“Is she very beautiful?”
“Boss, she’s de purtiess young lady I eber laid my eyes’ on—but look lak she been cryin’.”
“Then I want you to wake her. I must see her.”
“Lordy boss, I cain do dat. Hit ergin de rules.”
“But, I’m bound to see her. I’ve ridden eighteen miles across the mountains and scratched my face all to pieces rushing through those woods. I’ve a message of the utmost importance for her.”
“Cain do hit boss, hits ergin de rules. But you can go wake her yoself, ef you’se er mind ter. I cain keep you fum it. She’s dar in number seben.”
Gaston hesitated. “No, you must wake her,” he insisted, dropping another half dollar in the porter’s hand.
The porter got up with a grin. He felt he must rise to a great occasion.
“Well, I des fumble roun’ de berth en mebbe she wake herse’f, en den I tell her.”
Just then the electric bell overhead rang and the index pointed to 7. “Dar now, dat’s her callin’ me, sho!”