"Well, I ordered six shirts, six pairs of socks, two dozen linen collars, one dozen pairs linen cuffs, and one dozen handkerchiefs, with instructions to send them to the hotel office, and Mr. Johnston would send them a check in a day or two," and added that the goods would be delivered that evening. "But, Frank," I said, "you will get us into trouble. How can we fix the check business? You know I can't send them one. It'll make us trouble, sure." "Very well, it can't make us any worse trouble than we are having. As for myself, I'd rather go to jail with a shirt on, than to sit here in this dingy, gloomy old room half of my time without any." "Yes," I said, "that's so. I'd rather go on the chain-gang for thirty days, than go through another such an ordeal as this." The goods were not sent as promised, and we spent a very restless night. I dreamed of arriving home without any shirt on, and in my dream heard my mother's voice saying: "Well, I am really glad you reached home with your pants on," while Mr. Keefer remarked: "It does beat the d----l!" Frank dreamed he was in attendance at a swell entertainment, and suddenly discovered the absence of his shirt. I insisted that Frank should not sleep in the shirt, in order to keep it clean as long as possible, and to keep peace he laid it off when retiring. In the morning I was the first one up, and proceeded to put it on. As I was passing through the hall on my way to breakfast, I met the chambermaid. She smiled and asked if we made a practice of sparring every day. I replied: "We always take our regular exercises." She said: "How nice it is to be rich. Just see how much pleasure you gentlemen take in your every-day amusements, while people like us have to work hard, and never have any pleasure." I told her that we always had great times, wherever we were. She said she guessed that was so. After breakfast I returned to the room, and let Frank have the shirt to wear to breakfast; after which he came in with a large package containing his order. I lost no time in getting into a shirt, and, in fact, to tell the truth, we each put on three shirts, for fear that some unforeseen accident might occur. I might also add that we resolved when we put those shirts on, that no outside one should ever be taken off unless it was actually _soiled_. The old adage, "Misfortunes never come singly," was well illustrated in our case; for before night I was interviewed by the landlord in quite an unexpected manner. While standing near the wash-room he came rushing up to me, and calling me to one side, said: "Johnston, I want to ask a little favor of you." "Very well, landlord; I'll be glad to grant it, if I can. What is it?" "Well, I want to ask you to loan me twenty-five dollars for just two days, and I will----" "Well, landlord," I interrupted, "I'd let you have it, but----" "Well, now, look here, Johnston, don't think I am dunning you,--don't think I am afraid of you," he hurriedly explained.