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And I wouldn't recommend no human being there especially no lady who was sad before she ever saw it." Mr. Magee explained to the incongruous family pair waiting on the bench. "There's only one hotel," he said, "and I'm told it's not exactly the place for any one whose outlook on life is not rosy at the moment. I'm sorry." "It will do very well," answered the girl, "whatever it is."
He stood docilely in the middle of the floor, and blinked at the group around him. Mr. Magee waited to hear no more. It was quite apparent that this wise little man carried no package wildly sought by Baldpate's winter guests. Quietly and quickly Magee disappeared up the broad stair, and tried the professor's door. It was locked. Inside he could hear a window banging back and forth in the storm.
Not just say so, mind you. Prove it!" "A difficult task, I'm afraid," smiled Magee. "Not difficult long," corrected the hermit. "When I started out, four years ago, I thought it would just be a case of a chapter on Eve, and honorable mention for Cleopatra and Helen of Troy, and a few more like that, and the thing would be done. But as I got into the subject, I was fairly buried under new evidence.
Norton stirred restlessly near at hand; the puffed lids of her eyes opened. "Mr. Magee," she said, when she had made out his figure by the window, "you've been a true friend, as I might say, to a couple of mad females who ought to have been at home by their own firesides, and I'm going to ask one more favor of you.
"No," answered Magee, "but I have visited the Zoo at meal-time. They tell me it is much the same." "A brutal comparison," said the girl. "But just the same I'm sure that the head waiter who opens the door here at Baldpate must feel much the same at the moment as the keeper who proffers the raw meat on the end of the pitchfork. He faces such a wild determined mob.
She smiled a friendly smile at Magee, and took the chair he offered. One small slipper beat a discreet tattoo on the polished floor of Baldpate's office.
For even I, who am not much given to thought about material things, must admit the presence of a gnawing hunger within." They talked little, being men unfed, while Jake Peters started proceedings in the kitchen, and tramped up-stairs with many pails of water. Mr. Magee requested warm water for shaving; whereupon he was regarded with mingled emotions by his companions.
I'm so glad it's over now and the Star has won." "Through you," said Magee softly. "With some one to help," she smiled. "I must go up-stairs now and find out what new task is set for me." Mr. Magee postponed the protest on the tip of his tongue, and, climbing the gloomy stairs that newspapers always affect, they came into the city room of the Star.
Magee's ken, suggested winter at its most wintry. About the great black shape that was the inn, like arms, stretched broad verandas. Mr. Magee remarked upon them to his companion. "Those porches and balconies and things," he said, "will come in handy in cooling the fevered brow of genius." "There ain't much fever in this locality," the practical Quimby assured him, "especially not in winter."
When the city editor ordered him to rush down to a two-alarm fire in Houston Street he nearly collapsed. I know how he felt. I feel that way now." "What was it a one-alarm fire?" asked Magee. "No," she replied, "a sweet little story about the Christmas toys. I've done it to death every Christmas for three years. Oh, well, I can do it again. But it'll have to wait until after Mrs. Norton's lunch."
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