"Yup! Gimme!"
There was a pause. Mr. Waddington still unsoothed, continued to glower. Ferris, resuming his marmoreal calm, had begun to muse once more, as was his habit when in thought, on Brangmarley Hall, Little-Seeping-in-the-Wold, Salop, Eng., where he had spent the early, happy days of his butlerhood.
"Ferris!" said Mr. Waddington at length.
"Sir?"
"You ever been out West, Ferris?"
"No, sir."
"Ever want to go?"
"No, sir."
"Why not?" demanded Mr. Waddington belligerently.
"I understand that in the Western States of America, sir, there is a certain lack of comfort, and the social amenities are not rigorously observed."