"'Upon the other hand, if one goes into the dining-car, the same rules apply as at any well-regulated hotel. From the list of dishes which will be offered her upon a printed card, the lady traveller may select such as seem attractive, and, in case of doubt, she may with perfect propriety ask the waiter to make a selection for her, as he has been placed there by the company for that purpose.
"'Having eaten to her satisfaction, she will carefully compare the check which is brought her with the list of prices given upon the printed card, add them up mentally without seeming to do so, and if all is right, pay the bill, giving to the waiter ten per cent of the total amount for a tip. That is, if the check calls for one dollar, the waiter will receive a dollar and ten cents.'"
Ten Per Cent
"What for?" queried Matilda.
"That's his tip," explained the old lady. "That's what I've been tellin' you all along."
"Does it cost ten dollars to go to the city?"
"Not as I know of. The fare used to be four dollars and somethin'. Why?"
"Then why did young Marsh give the station agent a dollar? That's what I want to know."
"You can't find out from me," Grandmother answered, with all evidence of having told the literal truth. "Shall I go on with this piece I'm tryin' to read, or don't you want your mind improved none?"
"I'm willing to have my mind improved, but I'd like the privilege of askin' a question occasionally while it's being done."