Slowly he began to realize where he was.
“Are you trying to tell me that I’ve been here all night, with you?”
“Oh, no; not with me; not any; just with yourself. A cannon wouldn’t ’ve waked you after we got you up-stairs.”
“What made you take me in?”
The girl laughed again and pointed at the pocketbook in his hands.
“That, and your good clothes. The madam said she knew you wasn’t no dead-beat.”
Soberly he took a bank-note from the well-stuffed pocketbook and gave it to her.
“Is that enough?” he asked. “I’m new to this sort of thing.”
The girl flung her arms around his neck and kissed him.
“You’re a dandy—a prince!” she said; and as he staggered to his feet and reached for his hat: “Have you got to go, right away? If you’ll wait, I’ll dig you up a cup of coffee for a bracer.”