Just as I got my key
from the clerk he came into the dingy lobby.
"Well, Mr. Mifflin," I said. "Shall I see you in the morning?"
"I had intended to push on to Port Vigor to-night," he said,
"but as it's fully eight miles (they tell me), I guess I'll
bivouac here. I think I'll go into the smoking-room and put them
wise to some good books. We won't say good-bye till to-morrow."
My room was pleasant and clean (fairly so). I took my suit
case up with me and had a hot bath. As I fell asleep I heard
a shrill voice ascending from below, punctuated with masculine
laughter. The Pilgrim was making more converts!
CHAPTER SIX
I had a curious feeling of bewilderment when I woke the next
morning. The bare room with the red-and-blue rag carpet and
green china toilet set was utterly strange. In the hall
outside I heard a clock strike. "Heavens!" I thought, "I've
overslept myself nearly two hours. What on earth will Andrew
do for breakfast?" And then as I ran to close the window I
saw the blue Parnassus with its startling red letters standing
in the yard. Instantly I remembered. And discreetly peeping
from behind the window shade I saw that the Professor, armed
with a tin of paint, was blotting out his own name on the side
of the van, evidently intending to substitute mine.
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