Susan. Well, I—— What have you got in the bag?
Miss C. That bag contains my wardrobe.
(Rubber disappears.)
Susan. Well, I guess you can stay one day on that baggage if you pay in advance. (Taps bell and calls off R. and L.) Porter! Porter! Ain’t the help something awful nowadays? You can’t never depend on them. Porter!
Rubber (rushing in R. all out of breath). Yas’m, yas’m. Here I is.
Susan (severely). Where were you? What do you mean by keeping this lady waiting?
Rubber. Well, I was jest out to the gay-rage, fixin’ up the limousine, an’——
Susan (loftily). Well, you know I prefer the electric runabout in the afternoons. Show the lady up to Room 948.
Rubber. Yas’m. (Scratches head doubtfully.) You said Room 948?
Susan. Yes, and be quick about it.