“Did you ever hear of a tip?” says he.
“Tip?” says Mark.
“Most generally gentlemen gives us bell-boys a tip when we carry their bags to their room,” says he.
“Tip of what?” says I. “I hain’t got no tip unless it’s the tip of my nose.”
“A tip is money,” says the boy.
“We hired this here room for two dollars and a half, didn’t we?”
“Yes,” says he.
“We didn’t make no b-bargain with you about carryin’ satchels, nor with the man at the counter, did we?”
“No,” says he. “Nobody does. But everybody gives tips. You got to give tips.”
“Hain’t you p-paid wages for doin’ what you do?”