"Can thee give me a room, friend?" he inquired at the desk.
"Certainly, sir," was the polite reply. "Here, Henry, show this old gentleman up to No. 6. No. 6 is one of our best rooms, Mr. Latham."
"I thank thee," said the tramp, who, by this time, was quite accustomed to the peculiar phraseology of the Friends.
"The Quakers are always polite," said the bookkeeper. "They are good pay, too, and never give any trouble. I wish we had more of them stop here."
"If all your customers were of that description, your bar wouldn't pay very well."
"That is true."
But later in the evening the speaker was obliged to change his opinion.
The Quaker came up to the bar, and asked:
"Will thee give me a glass of brandy?"