Those delightful Americans . lars and dollars, just shut upwith it at a revolving desk in an inside would interfere with this process lightly,it was a kind of thing to be encouraged, a magicto be left to work under the most favourableconditions. At Bellevue they were content to addup the results, and try to invent substitutes forbuckwheat cakes which would be just as attractiveand which would not increase the acidity of paspoor stomach. We had spent the whole morning in elevators,rising and sinking perpetually from floor to went up again, very far, in search of Mr. Ham;he
Those delightful Americans . lars and dollars, just shut upwith it at a revolving desk in an inside would interfere with this process lightly,it was a kind of thing to be encouraged, a magicto be left to work under the most favourableconditions. At Bellevue they were content to addup the results, and try to invent substitutes forbuckwheat cakes which would be just as attractiveand which would not increase the acidity of paspoor stomach. We had spent the whole morning in elevators,rising and sinking perpetually from floor to went up again, very far, in search of Mr. Ham;he seemed as inaccessible as architects could makehim; and while we sat waiting for him in an outerroom, I saw through the window other swiftascents and descents, dark against the dazzlingwhite wall of a building higher still. It was onlythe shadow of smoke from a neighbouring chimneygoing up and down, but it gave one the dizzy ideathat in New York all transit was vertical, that thepoint you wanted to attain invariably overhung. VUU CAN i IL-LL IIME ON Mi. THOSE DELIGHTFITL AMERICANS 229 you somewhere in the air, a city of Jacks of theBeanstalk. Presently we secured Mr. Ham. Hecame out with his hands in his pockets, and to oneof the elbows he thus protruded clung another man,whose attitude, persistent and affectionate, sug-gested that he hadnt yet got what he dropped it, however, the elbow I mean, like ahot coal when Mr. Ham very simply looked at hiswatch. You cant pull any time on me! hesaid, and took himself off. A quaint expression,which meant, I am afraid, that his feelings wererather hurt. We sank again with Mr. Ham, and then rosewith him in a higher flight than ever in search ofluncheon. We were to have it, at his suggestion, ona roof—I think New Yorkers like to show you howeccentric they can be. I asked if it wouldnt bewindy, but Mr. Ham said he guessed we couldkeep our seats. As a matter of fact, we were com-pletely sheltered by awnings, above which, I hav
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