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〃I'm from Boston；〃 he said。
〃Oh；〃 said the girl。 That explained everything。
〃And what I'm trying to make clear … although of course there's no reason why I should have dragged you into it …〃
〃None whatever；〃 she smiled。 〃But go on。〃
〃Until a few days ago I was never west of New York； never in my whole life； you understand。 Been about New England a bit； and abroad a few times； but the West …〃
〃I know。 It didn't interest you。〃
〃I wouldn't say that；〃 protested John Quincy with careful politeness。 〃But there was such a lot of it … exploring it seemed a hopeless undertaking。 And then … the family thought I ought to go； you see … so I rode and rode on trains and was … you'll pardon me … a bit bored。 Now … I e into this harbor； I look around me； and I get the oddest feeling。 I feel that I've been here before。〃
The girl's face was sympathetic。 〃Other people have had that experience；〃 she told him。 〃Choice souls； they are。 You've been a long time ing； but you're home at last。〃 She held out a slim brown hand。 〃Wele to your city；〃 she said。
John Quincy solemnly shook hands。 〃Oh； no；〃 he corrected gently。 〃Boston's my city。 I belong there； naturally。 But this … this is familiar。〃 He glanced northward at the low hills sheltering the Valley of the Moon； then back at San Francisco。 〃Yes； I seem to have known my way about here once。 Astonishing； isn't it？〃
〃Perhaps … some of your ancestors …〃
〃That's true。 My grandfather came out here when he was a young man。 He went home again … but his brothers stayed。 It's the son of one of them I'm going to visit in Honolulu。〃
〃Oh … you're going on to Honolulu？〃
〃To…morrow morning。 Have you ever been there？〃
〃Ye … es。〃 Her dark eyes were serious。 〃See … there are the locks … that's where the East begins。 The real East。 And Telegraph Hill …〃 she pointed； no one in Boston ever points； but she was so lovely John Quincy overlooked it … 〃and Russian Hill and the Fairmont on Nob Hill。〃
〃Life must be full of ups and downs；〃 he ventured lightly。 〃Tell me about Honolulu。 Sort of a wild place； I imagine？〃
She laughed。 〃I'll let you discover for yourself how wild it is；〃 she told him。 〃Practically all the leading families came originally from your beloved New England。 'Puritans with a touch of sun；' my father calls them。 He's clever； my father；〃 she added； in an odd childish tone that was wistful and at the same time challenging。
〃I'm sure of it；〃 said John Quincy heartily。 They were approaching the Ferry Building and other passengers crowded about them。 〃I'd help you with that suitcase of yours； but I've got all this truck。 If we could find a porter …〃
〃Don't bother；〃 she answered。 〃I can manage very well。〃 She was staring down at John Quincy's hat box。 〃I … I suppose there's a silk hat in there？〃 she inquired。
〃Naturally；〃 replied John Quincy。
She laughed … a rich； deep…throated laugh。 John Quincy stiffened slightly。 〃Oh； forgive me；〃 she cried。 〃But … a silk hat in Hawaii！〃
John Quincy stood erect。 The girl had laughed at a Winterslip。 He filled his lungs with the air sweeping in from the open spaces； the broad open spaces where men are men。 A weird reckless feeling came over him。 He stooped； picked up the hat box； and tossed it calmly over the rail。 It bobbed indignantly away。 The crowd closed in； not wishing to miss any further exhibition of madness。
〃That's that；〃 said John Quincy quietly。
〃Oh；〃 gasped the girl； 〃you shouldn't have done it！〃
And indeed； he shouldn't。 The box was an expensive one； the gift of his admiring mother at Christmas。 And the topper inside； worn in the gloaming along the water side of Beacon Street； had been known to add a touch of distinction even to that distinguished scene。
〃Why not？〃 asked John Quincy。 〃The confounded thing's been a nuisance ever since I left home。 And besides we do look ridiculous at times； don't we？ We easterners？ A silk hat in the tropics！ I might have been mistaken for a missionary。〃 He began to gather up his luggage。 〃Shan't need a porter any more；〃 he announced gaily。 〃I say … it was awfully kind of you … letting me talk to you like that。〃
〃It was fun；〃 she told him。 〃I hope you're going to like us out here。 We're so eager to be liked； you know。 It's almost pathetic。〃
〃Well；〃 smiled John Quincy； 〃I've met only one Californian to date。 But …〃
〃Yes？〃
〃So far； so good！〃
〃Oh； thank you。〃 She moved away。
〃Please … just a moment；〃 called John Quincy。 〃I hope … I mean； I wish …〃
But the crowd surged between them。 He saw her dark eyes smiling at him and then； irrevocably as the hat； she drifted from his sight。
CHAPTER III
Midnight On Russian Hill
A FEW MOMENTS later John Quincy stepped ashore in San Francisco。 He had taken not more than three steps across the floor of the Ferry Building when a dapper Japanese chauffeur pushed through the crowd and singling out the easterner with what seemed uncanny perspicacity； took plete charge of him。
Roger Winterslip； the chauffeur announced； was too busy to meet ferries； but had sent word that the boy was to go up to the house and after establishing himself fortably there； join his host for lunch down…town。 Gratified to feel solid ground once more beneath his feet； John Quincy followed the chauffeur to the street。 San Francisco glittered under the morning sun。
〃I always thought this was a foggy town；〃 John Quincy said。
The Japanese grinned。 〃Maybe fog will e； maybe it will not。 Just now one time maybe it will not。 Please。〃 He held open the car door。
Through bright streets where life appeared to flow with a pleasant rhythm； they bowled along。 Beside the curbs stood the colorful carts of the flower venders； unnecessarily painting the lily of existence。 Weary traveler though he was； John Quincy took in with every breath a fresh supply of energy。 New ambitions stirred within him； bigger； better bond issues than ever before seemed ridiculously easy of attainment。
Roger Winterslip had not been among those lured to suburban life down the peninsula； he resided in bachelor solitude on Nob Hill。 It was an ancient； battered house viewed from without； but within； John Quincy found； were all known forts。 A bent old Chinese man showed him his room and his heart leaped up when he beheld； at last； a veritable bath。
At one o'clock he sought out the office where his relative carried on； with conspicuous success； his business as an engineer and builder。 Roger proved a short florid man in his late fifties。
〃Hello； son；〃 he cried cordially。 〃How's Boston？〃
〃Every one is quite well；〃 said John Quincy。 〃You're being extremely kind …〃
〃Nonsense。 It's a pleasure to see you。 e along。〃
He took John Quincy to a famous club for lunch。 In the grill he pointed out several well…known writers。 The boy was not unduly impressed； for Longfellow； Whittier and Lowell were not among them。 Nevertheless it was a pleasant place； the service perfect； the food of an excellence rare on the codfish coast。
〃And what；〃 asked Roger presently； 〃do you think of San Francisco？〃
〃I like it；〃 John Quincy said simply。
〃No？ Do you really mean that？〃 Roger beamed。 〃Well； it's the sort of place that ought to appeal to a New Englander。 It's had a history； brief； but believe me； my boy； one crowded hour of glorious life。 It's sophisticated； knowing； subtle。 Contrast it with other cities … for instance； take Los Angeles …〃
He was off on a favorite topic and he talked well。
〃Writers；〃 he said at last； 〃are for ever paring cities to women。 San Francisco is the woman you don't tell the folks at home an awful lot about。 Not that she wasn't perfectly proper … I don't mean that … but her stockings were just a little thinner and her laugh a little gayer … people might misunderstand。 Besides； the memory is too precious to talk about。 Hello。〃
A tall； lean； handsome Englishman was crossing the grill on his way out。 〃Cope！ Cope； my dear fellow！〃 Roger sped after him and dragged him back。 〃I knew you at once；〃 he was saying； 〃though it must be more than forty years since I last saw you。〃
The Britisher dropped into a chair。 He smiled a wry smile。 〃My dear old chap；〃 he said。 〃Not so literal； if you don't mind。〃
〃Rot！〃 protested Roger。 〃What do ye