During the rest of the morning he was sent by the steward to wait upon the cabin passengers, and answer the smoking-room bell.
The ladies kept him busy carrying up wraps and chairs, as it was fine on deck, and the gentlemen occupied his time in orders for Bass' ale and cigars.
Mrs. Nathan S. Stocker, of Chicago, had a mortal aversion to a dog, and a maiden lady named Jones had a Scotch terrier which she insisted upon giving all the privileges of the saloon.
The two ladies entered the saloon together as Tommy was dusting the piano.
Miss Jones' dog ran up and pawed her.
"Boy!" exclaimed Mrs. Stocker, "remove this animal."
"Yes, ma'am."
"Touch him if you dare! Dogs have as much right here as children," replied Miss Jones.
"That remark does not apply to me, as I have left all my precious ones at home; but I will maintain that the butcher's shop is the place for dogs. Boy, go to the purser, and say that I wish this brute taken away."
"Certainly, ma'am," answered Tommy.