“Not yet,” I said, “for he’s just arrived.”
“Of course; of course. Um.…”
“The thing for you to do,” I said, “is to show him a lot of attention here in the hotel. Then he’ll like Tutter and we’ll get the toy factory. See?”
“I’ll move his luggage into the bridal soot right away,” nodded Uncle Sam, shuffling eager-like.
“How are you fixed for a bell-boy?” I inquired.
“Hain’t got one at present.” [[155]]
“He suspects that this is a regular hotel,” I said, “And whoever heard of a hotel without a bell-boy?”
“Mebby——”
“All right,” I jumped in, “you’ve got me won over. So tote out the uniform and I’ll flop into it.”
The other looked sort of dizzy.