The First Man
What! You don’t say!
The Second Man
Sure thing. And if you don’t eat breakfast in the hotel they charge you a krone for it anyhow.
The First Man
Well, well, what next? But, after all, you can’t blame them. We Americans come over here and hand them our pocket-books, and we ought to be glad if we get anything back at all. The way a man has to tip is something fearful.
The Second Man
Isn’t it, though! I stayed in Dresden a week, and when I left there were six grafters lined up with their claws out. First came the porteer. Then came——
The First Man