He Gets a Tip
The dinner was excellent, and what made it better still was the fact that the girl who waited at table was one of the prettiest girls he had ever seen in his life.
And now it was time for him to leave his host and hostess and return to town. As luck would have it, however, it was discovered, too late, that the last train had gone. There was no alternative—he would have to stay the night, but the difficulty was that the house was full.
At last a bright idea seemed to strike the hostess. “I hardly like to suggest it,” she said, “but would you mind turning in with the cook?”
Knowing full well that they kept only the one maid, whom he had already seen, he accepted the offer with almost unseemly alacrity.
“Oh, that’s all right,” said the hostess, obviously much relieved; “the bed will be quite large enough—you’ll find him quite a superior man; indeed, he’s engaged to our parlormaid.”
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