Well, I’m living uptown on the West Side in the cutest little flat in New York—five rooms, on a corner, all bright and sunny. And furnished! Say, I wish I could show them to you. When Mrs. Fowler broke up she gave me a lot of the swellest things. Why, I’ve got a tapestry in the parlor that cost five hundred dollars and cut glass you couldn’t beat on Fifth Avenue. It’s on 125th Street, near the Subway. We had to be near that for Himself—he likes to stay as late as he can in the morning and get up as quick as he can at night. If you’re passing that way any time, just drop in. I’d love to see you and have you see my place—and me, too. You’ll see the name on the letter-box—Morganthau? Oh, quit your kidding—it’s _Babbitts_ now. THE END