Chapter VI: Wilbur Hazard, the Fountains

_Hazard_: "I suppose I can come in, even if I'm not Maggie. Catch, Fountain." He tosses a large bundle to Fountain. "It's huge, but it isn't hefty." He turns to go out again.

_Mrs. Fountain_: "Oh, oh, oh! Don't go! Come in and help us. What have you brought Clarence! May I feel?"

_Hazard_: "You can look, if you like. I'm rather proud of it. There's only one other thing you can give a man, and I said, 'No, not a cigar-case. Fountain smokes enough already, but if a bath-robe can induce him to wash--'" He goes out.

_Mrs. Fountain_, screaming after him through the open door: "Oh, how good! Come back and see it on him." She throws the bath-robe over Fountain's shoulders.

_Hazard_, looking in again: "Perfect fit, just as the Jew said, and the very color for Fountain." He vanishes, shutting the door behind him.