spiring, sought the attentions of Morris Hertz. Reaching the curtain behind which he had last seen the tailor, he found Hertz's tousled head poked out anxiously in search of him.
"Get back and sew this sleeve on," Harold said in a low, rapid voice. Then, observing Dan Sheldon headed his way, he added, "I'll stand outside here and poke my arm in to you."
One of Harold's arms was thus submitting to the tailor's first-aid administrations when dapper Dan came hurrying up to his host.
"'Speedy,' old pal, can you let me have ten dollars?" Sheldon requested breezily. "We've got to tip some of these waiters and attendants around here."
"But—I thought my contract covered all the extras," Harold started to protest.
"Now, now, 'Speedy,' don't turn piker at this late hour—after you've pulled such a whale of a party," soothed and warned Dan.
But Harold turned obstinate. He did not intend to give Dan the money.
He had not, however, reckoned upon Morris Hertz. The tailor had overheard the conversation. He thought Harold was hesitating because he could not reach his pocket. So Morris, wishing to oblige, himself extracted a bill from the Freshman's trouser pocket.
