"He's coming," says Vee. "Isn't he the dear, though? So we'll make it
to-morrow. Everything you can possibly think of, remember."
As a starter I'd spotted the elevator-boy up at Auntie's. Andrew Zink is
his full name, and he's a straight-haired smoke from the West Indies.
We'd exchanged a few confidential comments on Miss Burr, and I'd
discovered she was just about as popular with him as she was with the
rest of us.
"But for to-morrow, Andy," says I, slippin' him a whole half dollar,
"we're goin' to forget it. See? It'll be, 'Oh, yes, Miss Burr.' and
'Certainly, Miss Burr,' all day long, not omitting the little posie
you're goin' to offer her first thing' in the mornin'."
Andy tucks away the half and grins.
"Very well, sir," says he. "It'll be quite a lark, sir."
Next I fixed it up with Mike, the doorman. He'd had a little run-in with
Myra about not gettin' a taxi quite quick enough for her, so I had to
double the ante and explain how this was a scheme Vee was workin'.
"Sure!" says he. "Anything Miss Verona says goes with me. I'll do my
best."
The hard part came, though, when I has to invite Myra to this little
dinner-party I'm supposed to be givin'. Course, it's Auntie's blow, but
she's been primed by Vee to insist that I do the honors.
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