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Hollister has such a charmingly unreasonable way of holding me responsible for her son's conduct! And since she happens just now to be our guest well, you get the idea, McCabe." "What do you think he's up to?" says I. Purdy-Pell shrugs his shoulders. "If he were the average youth, one might guess," says he; "but Robin Hollister is different.
That must have been a year or so ago, and now it looked like he'd slipped his halter and had headed back for Broadway. I finds Purdy-Pell peeved and sarcastic. "To be sure," he says, "I feel honored that the young man should make my house his headquarters whenever his fancy leads him to indulge his sportive instincts. Youth must be served, you know. But Mrs.
So as soon as the butler's through loadin' Purdy-Pell into the limousine I cross-examines Jarvis about young Mr. Hollister's motions. Yes, he'd shown up at the house both nights. It might have been late, perhaps quite late. Then this afternoon he'd 'phoned to have his evenin' clothes sent uptown by messenger. No, he couldn't remember the number, or the name of the hotel.
"But you know he promised to stay away," she goes on, "and his mother will feel dreadfully about it when she hears." "I know," says I. "And a livelier widow never hailed from Peachtree street, Atlanta; which is sayin' a lot. Who sends in this bulletin about Sonny?" "Purdy-Pell," says Sadie, "and he doesn't know what to do." "Never does," says I. Sadie flickers a grin.
Twenty minutes later we had a little reunion in the Purdy-Pell lib'ry. Robin was holdin' some cracked ice to a lump on his forehead, and Uncle Noah was sittin' uncomf'table on the edge of a big leather chair. "How cheery!" says I. "But take it from me, Uncle, you're some two-fisted scrapper! I didn't think it was in you."
"All of which leads up to what?" says I, tearin' my eyes from the sportin' page reluctant. "Why," says Sadie, cuddlin' up on the chair arm, "Purdy-Pell suggests that, as Robin appeared to take such a fancy to you, perhaps you wouldn't mind " "Say," I breaks in, "he's a perfectly punk suggester! I'd mind a lot!"
"It seems Robin came two days ago, and has hardly been seen about the house since. Besides, Purdy-Pell could do nothing with him when he was here before, you remember." "Awful state of things, ain't it?" says I. "The youngster's all of nineteen, ain't he?" "He's nearly twenty-one," says Sadie. "And Mrs. Hollister's such a dear!"
But of course, bein' turned loose in New York for the first time, I expect he went out now and then to see what was goin' on under the white lights. From some youngsters that might have called for such panicky protests as Mother and Mrs. Purdy-Pell put up; but young Robin had a good head on him, and didn't act like he meant to develop into a rounder.
Purdy-Pell, though, havin' been raised in the South himself, seems to think that everyone ought to know the traits of all the leadin' fam'lies between the Potomac and the Chattahoochee. "Last time, you know," goes on Purdy-Pell, "it was a Miss Maggie Toots, a restaurant cashier, and a perfectly impossible person. We broke that up, though." "Ye-e-es?" says I.
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