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The two bags were installed in the ready car; then a radiant flapper beside an amateur upstart. The driver desired instructions. "Ally, ally!" directed Bean, waving a vague but potent hand. "We've done it," rejoiced the flapper. "Serve the perfectly old taggers good and plenty right!" Bean lifted a final gaze to the laurel-crowned Believer. He knew that Believer's secret now.
"There, there!" he soothed her, smoothing the golden brown hair that spilled about her shoulders. "No one ever going to hurt you while I'm around. You're the just perfectly dearest, if you come right down to it. Now, now! 'S all right. Everything all right!" "It's those perfectly old taggers," exploded the flapper, suddenly recovering her true form, "just furiously tagging."
"It's got amilies no, I don't mean that," supplemented the Prince, flushing painfully. "I mean an-i-muls," very deliberately. "Our park has no elephunts or taggers. When I get big I'm going to set out a few in the park. They'll grow, all right." "I've shot elephants and tigers in the jungle," said Truxton. "I tell you they're no fun when they get after you, wild.
It seemed to me that perhaps from the viewpoint of the East Indian, the same thing might be said of our "villes" and "burgs," and I was about to raise my voice in behalf of the maligned heathen, when my host resumed his discourse. "When you come in, I was readin' about a poor missionary woman in Baller Baller Ballerraderad whose Sunday-school had been largely eat up by taggers.
"Monsieur et Madame sont servi," said the waiter. He was in the doorway but discreetly surveyed the evening sky through an already polished wine-glass held well aloft. The three perfectly taggers meeting their just due, consulted miserably as they gathered about a telephone in Paris the following morning. The Demon had answered the call. "Says she has it all reasoned out," announced the Demon.
"The funniest thing! They all kept up till half an hour ago. Then it got rougher and rougher and now they're all three laid out. Poor Moms says it's the smell of the rubber matting, and Granny says she had too many of those perfectly whiffy old cigarettes, and Pops says he's plain seasick. Serves 'em rippingly well right taggers!"
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