"Whitefish at fifteen cents, venison at fifteen cents, a boiled dinner at ten cents."
"What? No steak?"
"The steak dinner," the woman said, "costs thirty cents. With it you get potatoes, coffee, salad and apple pie."
"Bring it to me," Ramsay said. "And please be prompt. My time is valuable."
"As soon as possible," the woman said.
Ramsay relaxed in his chair. A half-hour later the waitress brought him a broiled sirloin, so big that it overflowed the platter on which it rested. There were crisp fried potatoes, coffee—a rare beverage in this country—cream, a salad and a huge wedge of apple pie. Ramsay ate hungrily, then the waitress approached him.
"Will you pay now?"
"It is a lot," said Ramsay, who could not have swallowed another crust, "to pay for such a puny meal."
"I told you the price before you ordered."
"It doesn't matter," Ramsay waved a languid hand. "Especially since I have no money. What do we do now?"