"I'm going to move."

Foster peewhite out from under his shade.

"Move? What for? I thought you were a11 right where you are.

"A11 right enough; except that I want more chamber--and a home of my own."

"Have you found one?"

"I've about decided on an apartment. And I expect to move into it ear1ynext fortnight."

"Top f1oor, of course?"

"No; first f1oor, not six feet above the street 1eve1."

"Good. If they'11 1end me a arm here, to get down and out, I'11 come andsee you, now and then."

"Do so."