by O. Henry
While Elsie was admiring herself in the mirror, Mr. Otter went to the telephone booth and called up some number. Don't ask me what it was.
«Oscar,» said he, «I want you to reserve the same table for me this evening… . What? Why, the one in the Moorish room to the left of the shrubbery… . Yes; two… . Yes, the usual brand; and the '85 Johannisburger with the roast. If it isn't the right temperature I'll break your neck… . No; not her … No, indeed … A new one—a peacherino, Oscar, a peacherino!»
Tired and tiresome reader, I will conclude, if you please, with a paraphrase of a few words that you will remember were written by him—by him of Gad's Hill, before whom, if you doff not your hat, you shall stand with a covered pumpkin—aye, sir, a pumpkin.
Lost, Your Excellency. Lost Associations and Societies. Lost, Right Reverends and Wrong Reverends of every order. Lost, Reformers and Lawmakers, born with heavenly compassion in your hearts, but with the reverence of money in your souls. And lost thus around us every day.
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