“It's a good business if tended to,” I says. “But you don't tend to business, you don't. That's the trouble with you. That hotel fell into the river more'n twenty years ago, and it ain't to the point, but here Madge McCulloch's been jerking the window shade up and down like she had something on her mind.”
“It's a signal,” he says, and with that he dropped off and disappeared toward the back of the house. He left me on the fence.
I thought of the four men that had stood by me most in my time; now one was a miser and smuggler, and got himself hung; and one was a thief, and died of a split wishbone, on what he called “a throne;” and one was a fighter and gambler and poet, and he had a heavy fist, and he turned remorseful into a Burmese monk; and one was Stevey Todd. And Madge Pemberton thought at one time I was all right, but she was wrong there. And I thought how here was Andrew and another Madge, and here was Billy Corliss, and here was the world galloping along lively. I couldn't but admire the way it was so made as to keep going, and me thinking it had come pretty near to a standstill.
By-and-by, Corliss and Madge McCulloch came across the yard from the back of the house, and climbed on the fence, and Madge hooked her feet on the lower rail and talked cheerful. They spread out what was on their minds pretty confident. I never knew a couple so open-minded.
“Billy wants to run away,” she says, “but he doesn't know where to yet, unless it's to be a summer hotel in South America that fell into a river. He thinks it was an interesting hotel,” she says. “Do you think it would be nice? But how would we get there?”
“It's wrong side up now,” I says; and Billy Corliss says, “Why, there's a chance for housekeeping ingenious! Let's be social! 'Sure Mike!' says the dowager duchess, wishing to be democratic. Why, look here!” he says. “What right's a chimney got to be haughty over a cellar?”
“Oh, keep still, Billy!” says Madge McCulloch, and he closed up, sudden but cheerful, as if he'd been hit by a kettle.
I said I wouldn't recommend the Helen Mar now, but I'd recommend hotel keeping as a good and sociable business.
“For,” I says, “the seaman travels around the world seeking profit and entertainment, but the hotel keeper sits at home comfortable, and they come to him. I've been a hotel-keeper in South America” I says, “and might have been one in Greenough for the asking. I chose to be a seaman, and take a look around the world, being foolish and curious. Now, that was a mistake, for the man that bides in his place for the main of his life, has the best of it. He knows as much of the world as another; for if a man goes romping and roaming, and knows no neighbours and no family of his own, why, sure there's a deal of the world that he never knows. That's the moral of me,” I says, “that's the moral of me. Now, as to hotel keeping,” I says, “I liked that business as well as anything I ever did. I liked it well,” I says, and I looked around both sides of me, and stopped, for no Madge and no Billy Corliss was sitting on the fence. Nothing there but lonesome sections of fence.
“Why,” I says, “here's an open-minded couple. And it's an energetic couple. Where in the nation did it go to?”