But--every Autumn, about the time the Frost is on the Stock Market and Wall Street is in the Shock, Milt and Henry would do a Skylark Ascension from the Home Nest and Wing away toward the rising Sun. They called it Fall Buying because both of them Bought and both of them Fell. At Home neither of them would Kick In for any Pastime more worldly than a 10-cent M. P. Show depicting a large number of Insane People falling over Precipices. The Blow-Off came on the Trip to the City. That was the Big Entertainment. Every Nickel that could be held out went into the little Tin Bank, for they knew that when they got together 100 of these Washers, a man up in New York would let them have some Tiffany Water of Rare Vintage, with a Napkin wrapped around it as an Evidence of Good Faith. On Winter Evenings Milt would don the Velvet Slippers and grill his Lower Extremities on the ornate Portico such as surrounds every high- priced Base-Burner. While thus crisping himself he loved to read New Notes from Gotham. He believed what it said in the Paper about a well-known Heiress having the Teeth of her favorite Pomeranian filled with Radium at a Cost of $120,000. Whenever he got this kind of a Private Peek into the Gay Life of the Modern Babylon, he began to breathe through his Nose and tug at the Leash. He longed to dash away on the Erie to look at the Iron Fence in front of the House of the Pomeranian. When the Day of Days arrived, Milt and Henry would be seen at the Depot with congested Suit-Case and their Necks all newly shaven and powdered for the approaching Jubilee. Each had pinned into his college-made Suit enough Currency to lift the Debt on the Parsonage. Furthermore, each had in his throbbing Heart a determination to shoot Pleasure as it Flies, no matter how many Cartridges it took. Already they were smoking Foreign Cigars and these were a mere Hint of what the Future had in Store. While waiting for Number Six they wired for Two Rooms and Two Baths and to have Relays waiting in the Manicure Parlor. Up at the Junction, where they caught the Limited, they moved into the High and began to peel from the Roll. The Steak ordered in the Dining Car hung over the edge of the Table and they scuffled to see which one would pay the Check. As for the Boy in the Buffet, every time he heard a Sound like 25 Cents he came out of the Dark Room and began to open small Original Packages. When they approached the Metropolis, via the Tunnel, they thought they were riding in on a Curtiss Bi-Plane. Between the Taxi and the Register they stopped to shake hands with an Old Friend who wore a White Suit and was known from Coast to Coast as the originator of a Pick-Me-Up which called for everything back of the Working Board except the License. The Clerk let on to remember them and quoted a Bargain Rate of Six Dollars, meaning by the Day and not by the Month.