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This position can't be filled satisfactorily in a minute. When you're ready, let me know what you decide. And now let's go to the theatre what do you say?" The automobile was called, Mrs. Colfax and her guest, Miss Genier, appeared. There was an interesting evening in a box, with Eugene talking gaily and entertainingly to all, and then an after-theatre bite at Sherry's.

But I think he'll let us take an apartment at Sherry's next winter for the season, just unless Janet and I go abroad." Mrs. Ranger had not been listening. She now started up. "If you'll excuse me, Mattie, I must see what that cook's about. I'm afraid to let her out of my sight for five minutes for fear she'll up and leave." "What a time your poor mother has!" said Mrs.

Nat Goodwin and his wife, Hackett and Mary Mannering when they can meet Sir Henry Irving, De Wolf Hopper, Miss Annie Russell, bowing to Charles Richman out of a cab, Amelia Bingham, Joseph Jefferson, whose only fault is that he isn't immortal, and funny, rollicking Fay Templeton, humming a new coon song old favorites and new ones, you may see them going to supper at the Lambs' Club, the Players, the Waldorf, Delmonico's, Sherry's, any evening they are in town.

"Your grandparents, Zoe, they don't even know the news yet " "Lilly, this once. Tippy and Dapples aren't going to be thrilled. They think the whole business rather low, anyway. Besides there's time it's my day Lilly " "Not Sherry's, then, Zoe a quieter " "Immense! I have it! Tarrytown. An opportunity to show you the place before you go. We'll drop this taxi and pick up my car at the garage.

We will lunch at one of the fashionable restaurants and drive in the Park afterwards. First of all, however, we must take a stroll along this wonderful Fifth Avenue." The two men spent a morning after their own hearts. They lunched astonishingly well at Sherry's and drove afterwards in the Central Park. When they returned to the hotel Sogrange was in excellent spirits.

In August Marian and Mrs. Carnarvon came to the Waldorf for two days. Howard had offered to show them how a newspaper is made; and Mrs. Carnarvon, finding herself bored by too many days of the same few people every day, herself proposed the trip. The three dined in the open air on Sherry's piazza and at eleven o'clock drove down the Avenue, to the east at Washington Square, and through the Bowery.

"You'll see some more people who recognise you." He waved his hand contemptuously. "Who cares! If you don't come along with me, I'll go up town to the Waldorf or the Ritz Carlton. I'll waste my money and advertise myself. Come along that same little quiet corner. I don't suppose your friends will be there again." "Stella won't," she admitted doubtfully. "She's going to Sherry's.

"There's no Buckingham Palace there, and no drawing-rooms, and Congress sits in Washington. But New York takes it out in suppers at Sherry's and Delmonico's and theaters and receptions. Miss Alicia knows how I used to go to them when I was a little fellow, don't you, Miss Alicia?" he added, smiling at her across the table. "You have told me," she answered.

"Oh, he's gone off with some men for some golf and poker. We might find someone, and go on a party. Where could we go Long Beach? It's going to be stifling hot." "Stay and have lunch with me," said Magsie. "I can't to-day. I'm lunching with a theatrical man at Sherry's. I tell you I'm in deadly earnest. I'm going to break in! Suppose I come here for you at just three.

"Wouldn't he come?" interrogated the chorus. "He's awfully sorry, but he says he isn't fit for decent human associations." "More and more interesting!" "Why?" "What awful thing has he been doing?" "Eating onions," answered Cressey. "Raw." "I don't believe it," cried the indignant Miss Forbes. "One doesn't eat raw onions at Sherry's. It's a subterfuge." "Very likely."