Saturday noon
I have a floor , and you shall share it . It 's a bachelor 's ranch from basement to garret , inhabited by artists , journalists , one or two magazine men , a clever novelist , and three of our New York men . There is no small fry save myself . We have little banquets every Friday night , and they sometimes last till Saturday noon . I 've taught the Frenchman who represents the Paris _ Temps _ how to play poker , and he threatens to become my Frankenstein , who will eventually devour me . '' Hillars laughed , and it sounded like the laughter of other days . `` Jack , I think you will do me good .