“We, all between shivers, turned loose a Rebel yell for help and pretty soon along comes a tugboat bound downtown.  That drove up alongside and after the captain found out that we had money they hoisted us on deck and took the sloop for a tow.

“Take it from me, I was never so glad to get near a fire in my life.  The skipper of the cheese let us get in the engine room and dry out.  Can you see that wet bunch of fluffs with all the highlight off and their marcels around their necks.  I’ll bet there was a whole lot of surprises sprung when the true complexion began to show up.  We got fairly well fixed up by the time we got down to where we had to go to get the rest of our stuff and when we once again touched mother earth and the captain of the boat had touched us we took it on the run for a cafe, and let me tell you the market price on hot drinks closed strong in Harlem that night.

“We fixed Gym’s boat up and gave it back to him the next day.  Nobody caught cold and everything in the garden’s lovely.

“Now, dearie, I can call you dearie, for I am soon to be a married woman and it will be all right.  Now, dearie, don’t forget the big Festival Thursday afternoon, for I will count on your being there to help the crowd.

“Remember the Friars do more for the actors than they are given credit for, so it’s up to you to help boost.  So long.  Don’t forget to kick in early and avoid the rush.”

Sabrina is married and goes on her wedding trip.  Her comments on London and how her husband suppressed several professional gamblers on board the steamer.  The two expect to spend some time in England, where we will leave them.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Sabrina was married to Wilbur the day after the Friar Festival and we acted in the capacity of best man and were very much in evidence in the feast that followed.  We imprinted chaste salutes on the lips of the blushing bride until the groom tore us asunder.  After the festivities Sabrina and Wilbur disappeared and for the past ten days their favorite cafes and loafing places have known them not.  We were just beginning to get nervous when the postman brought the following letter: 

    “London.

“Dear Party—­I guess maybe when you pipe off this effusion you will throw a foaming fit and fall in it.  Me and Wilbur are now in the city of fogs and take it from me, it’s a bum habitation for even a dog.

“After you and the rest of the gang did the shoot the chutes under the table at the wedding breakfast me and his nobs grabbed our make-up boxes and took it on the lope for the ferry station.  I thought we were going to take a wedding tour to Asbury Park or some of the other watering places, but what does Wilbur do but sidestep the ferry proposition and we go prancing up to a dock where a boat about nine miles big was hitched and before I had time to give the office to the cop