"Which is the least worst hotel?"
"There ain't no such thing in the whole giddy town.... No, none of that hotel stuff, now I I'm going to put you up—and I'll do it in style, too. I wrote you about taking a new place for the Grahams?"
"Yes, and I'm mighty keen to meet 'em. The girl here?"
"Betty? No; she's coming home to-morrow. But Graham himself is upstairs in the laboratory. Take you up in a minute, but not before I've had a good look at you."
Kellogg found himself a chair. "Well," he inquired, twinkling, "how's the scheme working out? Are you really living up to all the rules?"
"Every singletary one."
"You have got a strong constitution.... Even prayer-meetings?"
"The church thing? Honest, Harry, I own it."
"Bully for you, Nat. But how does it work? Was I right?"
"I should say you were. It's so easy it's a shame to do it. If this thing ever should get into the papers there'd be a swarm of city men lighting out for the Rube centres so thick you wouldn't be able to see the sky."