CHAPTER XXIIA Story in “The World’s Greatest Nuisance”
He conducted me himself to the front door, swinging his padded foot well aloft from the floor; and after he had done so, I turned on the outer threshold, luggage in both hands, and wrapped box under arm.
“Good-bye then, Uncle,” I told him, “for the nonce! Till I come flying back—via slow train, of course—the old airsickness—to get to God’s own town. Yes, Boston. And have your damned papers all ready—so I can take them up, and we can close this distasteful matter for good and all.”
“Of all the ungrateful whelps I ever—” he began, cholerically. “Why here,” he amended, “I give you God’s own opportunity to pay off your no—oh, never mind! But be sure that you do get back. For you’ll only meet the note and the salary assignment—in Bosto
