“Toodleoo” she told her Harold “I am to get my nails done at a place.”
“At much cost” said Selia simply so with a delited smile he drew forth4 the copious5 money and stuffed the notes in her bag which was like a crocodil with head tail and paws but it was only a little one and lined with stuff. Then Mr. Withersq waved her away so she 76departed getting a bit mixed up in the roundabout at the door which is only meant for fun but she got jamd.
“Now gentlemen” said he stripping off his new butter coloured gloves like banana skins as he had seen heros do on the pictures, “and what may I do for you.” This he had learnt in shops in the old days so it was not very smart.
Now these new folk, most men in servicable suits and white collars wearing nose-glasses before their keen eyes but a few ladys in prim7 attire8, stepped up and they were all from newspapers, for the fame of Harold Withersq had spread and he was the talk of the hour. So that the newspapers had snapt at the chance of a bit from him.
As the babbel ceased Mr. Withersq made a motion of modesty9 and sought to retire, but was cort short by a ruddy one in checks who asked him would he write a little for his paper, 77and another thin one who asked him when he was born, and a lady who commanded him to tell her about love for the ladys page.
All agog11 Mr. Withersq who was never one to lose a chance, made to tell them, knowing no guile12, when a sudden thought smote13 him, he clasped his brow rather earnest for a moment, then brushing them from him, he darted14 into the glassy telephone box near by.
“Hello” cried he to the invisible voice of the girl of the wires, “get me the editer of the Daily Pull” and so stood waiting for it.
The assembled crowd breathed in distress15 for this was a bold move. The girl got Mr. Withersq on after he had stamped a little because of being hot in the glassy box and he sweated so much.
“This is Mr. Withersq” he was heard to utter. All were aghast to think he dared to summons that great editor to the phone. The 78voice of our hero continued very proud for who was he to bend before editors now:
“You have heard of me. My unckle Burt having died leaving the goods, you know how I stept into glory, and how I am in society and I have become the Head Poet. Some folks have come to tap my brains for their papers, so I thought I would ring you up instead and proffer16 to make you a chatty little bit for the front page about how I got on in the world.”
“Very good then” he chortled in response to the editors unheard words, “yes indeed it is too true that all are willing to be told how to get there but few arrive. I will do my best by the public.” Cramming17 down the hear-piece he burst from the box and ambled18 up to his apartment humming a little air and leaving the crushed crowd below.
Did he falter19? That no one shall know but he soon picked up, and tucked up his new mauve cuffs20, and sat down, and began.
79 And when Selia returned, she tripped into his room where he sat now in a bandana dressing-gown at a desk with a pen in hand and some ink on his nose.
“Behold” cried she stripping her gloves and twinkling like jewls her new-polished nails at him, “lo Harold what they have done for me!”
“Tush” cried he blotting21 his last page, yet looked towards her for he dearly loved her did Mr. Withersq and had all of a great man’s easy ways. “Quite a little picture” he went on giving her a good look over. She was indeed improved in a gown with red bits on and slippery shoes very long and nasty-looking but the thing and silk stocking of the best with ventilations on the sides and the crocodil bag and one of those little hats like a hen, which when she took off laid bare a delicous mass of curly hares and her face was made up suitable to a lady. Selia was indeed grand.
“Kiss me then” said Harold to be done with 80it, during which she wetted a new handky and rubbed the ink off his nose.
“If I may say so you are rather smart to look at now” he said, “I think that you will be a credit to me and no doubt your time will come.”
“Ah that it might” lisped she sorely with a tear, “for of a truth the ladys are none to nice to me when you are absent and I have many a bitter stair with that sideways turn of the head which is so proud from some no better than me but safely married. Or so I take it.”
“Shush shush” cried the kind Mr. Withersq. “All will be well, and I will marry you so soon as I can afford to do so without putting my foot in the social hole. And in the meantime I am writing newspapers.”
Selia now clapped her hands none knowing better than she to what heits the newspapers can carry some who know how to take bulls by the horns, and then feeling a bit out of it 81as she noticed him casting an eye on the inkpot once more, crept from the room and went up to her bedroom to have a nap under the quilt, and dream of the rosy22 days yet to come.
When she woke again it was morning for she had been sore tired by all the events and had slept round the clock twice. Beneath her lace-veiled window the voice of many newsboys cried a name she seemed to know, so slipping from her bed she flew to have a peep into the street, and hanging well out she saw oh with what glee and pride writ10 large on every plachard held before the stomaches of the newsboys these words:
HOW I DID IT:
By H. Withersquash
(Head Poet)
Now was Selia indeed moved to pride, and wept a tear into the window-sill to think how dearly she loved him and how high she had to 82rise yet before worthy23 to sit beside him as wife and matron. So she crossed her little fingers and wished hard that she might soon get a good leg up through her good friends the Majpottels, after which she slided out of her clothes and things and had a nice wash in the basin all over altho not knowing that such is corect nature taught her it was best so every day. And while doing up her hair she practiced talking in the new voice and warking with ease in the new thin shoes, and so with a last dab6 of powder from a pretty little glass pot on her dress-table, she popped downt to breakfast very spry and determined24 to win.
And throughout London newsboys shouted the fame of Mr. Withersquash.
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