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Her hair is skimpy and she don't wear no rat. W'y no traveling man has ever tried to flirt with Pearlie yet. Pearlie's what you'd call a woman, all right. You wouldn't never make a mistake and think she'd escaped from the first row in the chorus." The leading lady rose from the bed, reached out for her pocket-book, extracted a dime, and held it out to the bell-boy. "Here.
The Farnum party were just turning away, to follow a bell-boy to the rooms assigned to them upstairs, when John C. Rhinds, his face beaming craftily, approached them, followed by Radwin. Rhinds introduced himself to Farnum, then presented Radwin as secretary to the Rhinds Company. "We're rivals in a way, of course," declared Mr. Rhinds.
In the midst of his rhapsody he heard a bell-boy speaking his name, and smiled at him vacantly as he turned away. But the negro followed him persistently, saying something about a letter. "Letter? I have no time to write letters. Oh, I beg pardon, letter for ME?" He took the missive from the silver tray and stuffed it absent-mindedly into a pocket, fumbling meanwhile for a tip.
"What's that?" interrupted young Mr. McIntyre, half rising. "Shot?" "You're nervous, Tommy. I didn't say 'shot. Said 'shock." "Oh, of course. Shock the bell-boy, it means." "See here; first thing you know you'll be getting me interested. Hadn't you better open up or shut up?" Mr. McIntyre took a long breath and a resolution simultaneously. "At any rate I can trust you," he said.
The friendly manner in which I had been treated by all whom I had met in America, from the millionaire coal operator down to the bell-boy, came into my thoughts. I had not been treated as a foreigner, except to my own advantage, the older residents of the town seeming to look upon me more as they might look upon a man from another State of the Union.
I had been trying to convince myself for a very long time that my fault was not as great in her eyes as it was in mine. Along about five o'clock, I went to my room. I daresay I was sulking. A polite bell-boy tapped on my door at half-past six. He presented a small envelope to me, thanked me three or four times, and, as an afterthought, announced that there was to be an answer.
He had come to her assistance when she needed it sorely. His was a friendship worth having. She waited until the bell-boy had left her in the room and then she closed the door and locked it. Then she threw herself face down upon the bed and buried her flushed cheeks in the pillow. What a disgraceful, disreputable affair it all was. All on account of her own blindness and folly.
Ah! here comes the music; now for it! Here you are, Pip; and there's the windlass-bits; up you mount! Now, boys! Go it, Pip! Bang it, bell-boy! Rig it, dig it, stig it, quig it, bell-boy! Make fire-flies; break the jinglers! Jinglers, you say? there goes another, dropped off; I pound it so. Rattle thy teeth, then, and pound away; make a pagoda of thyself. Merry-mad!
P-h-i-p-p-s." Quin watched her fingers drumming on the shelf, and he knew he ought to go out of the booth and close the door; but instead he stayed in and closed it. "He doesn't answer?" Eleanor was repeating over the telephone. "Will you please page the dining-room, and if he is not at breakfast send a bell-boy up to waken him? It's very important."
"Since you have chosen to play the bell-boy in this large country hotel in which we find ourselves, I shall assume that I am now in my room and that you have received your tip. In other words, that will be all, garçon. I shall be able to manage very nicely, thank you. You may go! I really mean that!"
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