“Didn’t I tell you it wa’n’t no Jim Fisk or Boss Tweed ranch?” replied Bob.
“So you did, Bob; but you see I didn’t know about them big glass—what do you call ’em?”
“Chandeliers,” suggested Herbert.
“Chandeliers, that’s it; but ain’t they stunnin’, though?”
“Well, there ain’t nothin’ mean about ’em, I should think,” answered Bob.
“No, nor ’bout anything here,” said Tom. “I never see so much style slung round before, did you, Herbert?”
“I don’t know,” answered young Randolph, carelessly.
“Say, Tom, don’t make so much fuss about this place. ’Tain’t nothin’; no, ’tain’t nothin’, Tom, beside some er the tony places further up town.”
A waiter now came along and handed a bill of fare to Bob, and took away the glasses to fill them with ice.
“Do them fellers always dress up so with a swallow tail on, Bob?” asked Tom.