"Oh, you'll hold me in the hollow of your hand, will you ?" Flummers looked at Whittlesy and scalloped the forerunner of a withering speech; but, thoughtful enough suddenly to remember that at this solemn time his words and his eyes belonged not to one man, but to the entire company, he withdrew his gaze from Whittlesy, and in his broad look included every one present.
"He made a monkey of me.

He stopped me on the street one evening--I had boned him for an advertisement when I was running _The Art of Interior Decoration_--and was so polite that I said to myself: 'Papa, here's another flip man thirsting for recognition.

Put him on your staff.' Well, we had a bowl or two at Garry's, and the first thing I knew he began to remind me that I remembered a fellow who must be Kittymunks, and I said, 'Hi, gi, here's a scoop.' And it was.

Oh, it's a pretty hard matter to scoop papa"-- (tapping his head).

"Papa knows what the public wants, and he serves it up.