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The ^Absorption of c Talk '
discovered a ' Greco ' which he wished to sell to the city. Suddenly he turned on Jo, who had been placed between himself and the president.
" You know /am the guest of honour here," he said, " but I am puzzled to know why you should have been placed between the president and myself.' '
Jo felt that she could not reveal to him that she too was the guest of honour ; the disclosure might have spoiled his meal.
" Oh," she said, " I'm a bit of a specialist myself."
" Indeed ! " replied the professor, with the light condescension of the superior male. " What subject, may I ask? "
" Feet," said Jo.
The gentleman looked astonished.
" Er — pedicure? " he ventured.
" No," replied Jo, " pedestrian. I can tell you what to use in your boots so that you can walk twenty miles a day without blistering. The Tyroleans, for instance, use stag's fat; the French soldiers break eggs in their shoes, push their bare feet in, and walk the eggs into omelettes ; that makes your boots quite waterproof. The Lapps, on the other hand, use hay, quite good too if you have the right kind of hay. . . ."
When the time came she gave them a brisk account of our adventures with a donkey that must have made the poor professor's eulogy and analysis of his Greco, to an audience which possibly had never seen a real Greco, nor knew clearly who Greco was, sound somewhat ponderous.
One day the telephone rang, and a strange voice said :
" This is the president of the Hollywood Breakfast Club. May I request the pleasure of Mr and Mrs Gordon as guests of honour to our club? A car will be sent on the 15th instant at 7.30 a.m."
" Seven-thirty ! " cried Jo, as the telephone was rung off. ,c What an hour to be convivial and listen to lectures ! "
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