"That's what I am, and it's a mighty good place. Say, that trip sure made me dizzy."
Indeed there is a curious feeling about being dropped twenty stories in a swift elevator, and Roy might well be excused for his sensation.
However, he soon recovered himself, and, as it was noon time, and he had a good appetite, he looked about for a place to get something to eat.
He noticed a small restaurant nearby, and went in.
Instead of seeing tables set out in the place, he beheld rows of chairs, with one arm made very large, so that it served as a shelf on which to place plates, cups and saucers. In fact it was a chair and table combined.
He saw men eating, and others hurrying to and fro, so he took a vacant place, and sat there, expecting a waiter to come to him and take his order. He remained there for some time, noting that the men seated in a row on either side of him, were busy with their food, but no attendant came to him.
"This is queer," thought the boy. "The waiters must be terribly busy. They don't keep you waiting like this at my hotel."
Finally a man, seeing that Roy was a stranger, spoke to him, saying:
"You have to wait on yourself here."
"Wait on yourself?"