"Your mother's doing," said Mrs. Breede. "U-u-u-mm!" said the Demon. "I'll go with them." "I shall also go with my child," said the mother. "James, you will go too." But Breede had acted without waiting to talk. "Other car'll be here, 'n' I telephoned for quarters on boat. 'S full up, but they'll manage. Chap might cut her throat." "U-u-u-mm!" said the Demon. "Half pas' ten," reminded Breede. "Hurry!" Bean had accosted the waster. "Always take fumed eggs for breakfast," he cautioned. "Of course, little fruit an' tea an' things." "Your father's had a sudden call to Paris. We're going with him," said the Demon, appearing bonneted. "What boat?" demanded the flapper in quick alarm. "Your's," said the Demon. "Jolly party, all together," said Bean cordially. "He coming, too?" He pointed to the old gentleman, but this it seemed had not been thought of. "He better come too," insisted Bean. "I'm his young friend, and this is indeed a happy moment. Jus' little ol' las' year's steamer." "You're tagging," accused the flapper viciously, turning to the Demon. * * * * * Bean awoke late that night, believing he was dead--that he had fallen in sleep and been laid unto his fathers. But the narrow grave was unstable. It heaved and rolled as if to expel him. Slowly he remembered. First he identified his present location. He was in an upper berth of that little old steamer. Outside a little round window was the whole big ocean and beneath him slept a man from Hartford, Conn. He had caught the city's name on the end of the man's steamer trunk and been enraged by it. Hartford was a city of rascals. The man himself looked capable of any infamy. He was tall and thin, and wore closely trimmed side-whiskers of a vicious iron gray. He regarded Bean with manifest hostility and had ostentatiously locked a suit-case upon his appearance. So much for his whereabouts. How had he come there? Laboriously, he went over the events of the afternoon. They were hazy, but certain peaks jutted above the haze. They were "tagged," as the flapper had surmised they were going to be. Aboard the little old steamer had appeared Breede and Julia and the Demon. They had called the flapper aside and apparently told her something for her own good, though the flapper had not liked it, and had told them with much spirit that they were to perfectly mind their own affairs.