As we had taken in the sights at Machinery Hall, it was now almost one o’clock, both by the town-clock and by our stomachs which after all is one of the surest methods of knowing the time, (except in kids, when it’s always dinner-time.)  We therefore hurried off and thru dinner and were down town again early.
     Bill and I came to-gether and had walked around several times, without seeing any of the fellows.  Finally we turned down Chestnut St. and met Day, Smith + Astry coming out of an alley.
     “We’ve been looking for you” cried Day when he saw us.
     “Have you seen any one of the decorating committee yet” asked Bill.
     “No!  What do we want to see