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Once, when one of the dining-room girls dropped a tray of dishes and half the women went to bed with headache from the nervous shock, he never even looked up, but went on with his dinner, and the only comment he made afterward was to tell the head waitress to see that Annie didn't have to pay breakage that the trays were too heavy for a woman, anyhow. As Miss Cobb said, he was impossible.
That feeling, which had come through his experience with Ida May Bostwick, seemed a sacrilege when he considered this girl. The man beside him, noisily finishing his soup, ordered apple-meringue pie when the waitress returned with Tunis' order. The latter noted that her fingers still trembled when she placed his food before him.
The Major passed his cup for a second supply; a waitress brought a plate of hot cakes; the occupants of the corner table stood up, fastening furs and coats, and passed out of the door.
"Well, no use in feeling like a criminal, my dear. Now for the cook and the waitress." She rather took satisfaction in that, for she had disliked both of them keenly. She gave them until the end of the week, and in the meantime telegraphed for Emily Giles, who for over five years had helped her keep house for her father at home.
Peace and security exerted their appeal, and after looking about for a few reflective years, he had married the prettiest waitress in the Golden Nugget Hotel in Placerville and settled down to farming. He had settled and settled hard, settled like a barnacle, so firm and fast that he had never been able to pull himself loose. Peace he had found but also poverty.
"That waitress you left me with in the shop," said Mr. Franklyn sadly, "she " "Oh, hang the waitress! Listen, Franklyn, After I left you I turned up past the Marble Arch " He proceeded with some account of the love between him and his Mary; skipped all details relating to the cat; came to the impending marriage; sought advice upon the prospects of a man marrying on a locum's earnings. Mr.
"O God!" she cried in immediate hysteria. "O God! O God!" and fell to her knees in a frenzy of clearing-up. A raw-boned Minerva, a waitress with whom she had had no previous word, sprang to her succor, a big, red hand of mercy jerking her up from the debris. "Clear out! He's across the bar. Beat it while the going's good.
He had long ruled, and bullied, others. By and by a waitress moved some glasses and Cartwright looked up with a start. The afternoon was nearly over; he must have gone to sleep. Returning to the office, he gave his bookkeeper some orders and then went to the station. The pavements were slippery with frost, and tall buildings with yellow lights loomed in the fog.
But how careless of me. Let me get you a cup of tea," he said to Mrs. Hollister, placing a table before her and a stool under her feet. He soon returned, bringing the tray and a plate of delicious jumbles. "You see," he continued, "Aunt Susan will not keep two girls, so I have to be waitress now and then.
He looked at his watch. "Yes," said Whittington. "We might as well go." He called the waitress and asked for his bill. Tommy did likewise, and a few moments later was following the two men down the stairs. Outside, Whittington hailed a taxi, and directed the driver to go to Waterloo.
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