Ralston laughed.
"Were you in that show?" he asked. "It was a good one. No, I'm not hungry. Suppose I were?"
"This is our rathskeller," she laughed. "Are you thirsty?"
Ralston admitted to a certain degree of dryness.
"Certainly," he said, "I should like nothing better than a large schooner of dark, imported beer. What will you have?" he continued, carrying on the jest.
Hudson, who had seated herself on a low seat by the wall, got up and struck sharply on the wooden partition with a stick.
"What's that?" asked Ralston.
"Perhaps some beer will come out!" remarked the partridge. "Moses was not the only one."
A rattling followed, and a square opening appeared in the wall, in which the shaggy tow-head of a young man was visible.
He grinned at sight of Miss Hudson.