“Are you the proprietor?”
“You bet!”
“And you refuse to give us accommodations in your hotel?”
“You bet!”
“All right. Your only reason for doing so is because we are baseball players, is it?”
“I didn’t say so,” answered the man shrewdly.
“But you inferred it.”
“Did I?”
“It sounded that way.”
“Well, there may be a dozen other reasons, young feller. I’ve been in the hotel business ten years, an’ you can’t trap me. We ain’t prepared to accommerdate ye. You didn’t notify us you was comin’, an’ so we made no special preparations. Our help is short, there’s a case of typhus fever in the house, my wife is down with the lumbago, and I’m some broke up myself with the chills. So you see there ain’t no need to discuss the matter further. We can’t take ye in. Good day. The Mansion House is up the street three squares.”