For Old Hickory ain't got a lot of use for the average young person. I've heard him express his sentiments on that point. "Impudent, ill-mannered, selfish, spoiled young barbarians, the boys," says he, "and the girls aren't much better,--silly, giggling young chatterboxes!" And the way I has it framed up, this was rather a foxy move of the young Chandlers, discoverin' their swell New York relations just as the holiday season was openin'. So I don't figure that the situation calls for any open-arm motions on my part. No, nothin' like that. I'm here to give 'em their first touch of frost. So about eleven-fifteen, as I glances across the brass rail and sees this pair advancin' sort of uncertain, I'm all prepared to cause a drop in the mercury. They wa'n't exactly the type I had in mind, though. What I'd expected was a brace of high school cutups. But these two are older than that. The young fellow was one of these big-boned, wide-shouldered chaps, with a heavy, serious look to his face, almost dull. I couldn't tell at first look whether he was a live wire or not. No such suspicions about the girl. She ain't what you'd call a queen, exactly. She's too tall and her face is too long for that. Kind of a cute sort of face, though, with rather a wide mouth that she can twist into a weird, one-sided smile. But after one look at them lively blue eyes you knew she wasn't walkin' in her sleep. It's my cue, though, to let 'em guess what nuisances they were. "May I see Mr. Ellins?" says the young chap. "Cards," says I. He produces the pasteboards. "Oh, yes!" I goes on. "The wards, eh? Marjorie Chandler, Dudley Winthrop Chandler. Well, you've picked out a busy day, you know." "Oh, have we?" says Marjorie. "There, Dud! I was afraid we might. Perhaps we'd better not call, after all." "Good!" says Dudley. "I didn't want to, anyway. We can just send in our cards and leave word that we----" "Ah, can it!" says I. "Mr. Ellins is expectin' you; only he ain't a man you can walk in on casual." "But really," puts in Marjorie, "it's just as well if we don't see him." "Yes, and get me fired for not carryin' out instructions," says I. "My orders are to work you in when there's a chance." "Oh, in that case," says Marjorie, "perhaps we had better wait. We don't wish to cause trouble for anyone, especially such a bright, charming young----" "Nix on the josh," says I. "And have a seat while I skirmish." "Very well, then," says she, screwin' her face up cunnin' and handin' me one of them crooked smiles. Say, she pretty near had me goin' right from the start. And as I tiptoes into the boss's room I sees he ain't doin' anything more important than signin' letters. "They're here," says I, "the wards. Is it all right to run 'em in now?" He grunts, nods his head, and keeps on writin'. So I strolls back to the reception room. "All right," says I. "I've fixed it up for you."