A story to be read by all honest lovers of romance in terms of whimsy. It is altogether spirited and delightful, a masterful fantasy released from the sober interpretation of American life and character.
eller, and sat there all alone drinking stuff you didn't need. It roused my apprehensions. I feared things were going badly with you, and I thought I'd give you a chance to unburden your soul to me, Hood, the enchanted hobo----"
"For sheer cheek--" began Deering hotly.
Hood lifted his hand deprecatingly.
"Please don't!" he remarked soothingly. "With the tinkle of a bell you can call your man and have me bounced. I repacked my bag after taking a bath in your very comfortable guest-room, and we can part immediately. But let us be sensible, Deering; just between ourselves, don't you really need me?"
His tone was ingratiating, his manner the kindest. Deering had walked the streets for two days trying to bring himself to the point of confessing his plight to one of a score of loyal friends--men he had known from prep-school days, and on through college: active, resourceful, wealthy young fellows who would risk much to help him--and yet in his fear and misery he had shrunk from approachi
This book was very lighthearted and fun. A whimsical celebration of spring and freedom from the constraints of society, even if momentary. The protagonist agonizes over recovering stolen bonds and receives help from an unlikely source that teaches him life lessons along the way. Very witty and breezily paced.