"You can sign bills for a reasonable amount in my restaurant, and
the hotel will look after your laundry. But not a cent do you get
out me. And, if you want your shoes shined, you can pay for it
yourself in the basement. If you leave them outside your door, I'll
instruct the floor-waiter to throw them down the air-shaft. Do you
understand? Good! Now, is there anything more you want to ask?"

Archie smiled a propitiatory smile.

"Well, as a matter of fact, I was going to ask if you would stagger
along and have a bite with us in the grill-room?"

"I will not!"

"I'll sign the bill," said Archie, ingratiatingly. "You don't think
much of it? Oh, right-o!"




CHAPTER IV

WORK WANTED


It seemed to Archie, as he surveyed his position at the end of the
first month of his married life, that all was for the best in the
best of all possible worlds. In their attitude towards America,
visiting Englishmen almost invariably incline to extremes, either
detesting all that therein is or else becoming enthusiasts on the