"Very well, sir." The man wrote out a card and fitted it to the back of the chair, saying, "One dollar, if you please."
"What?"
"The price of the chair is one dollar."
"I haven't got a dollar."
The steward laughed as if to humor his passenger. "I'm afraid then you can't have the chair."
"So I must stand up all the way to Panama, eh?"
"You are joking, sir. I'll have to pay it myself, if you don't."
"That's right—make me as uncomfortable as possible. By-the-way, what size collar do you wear?"
"Sixteen."
Kirk sighed. "Send the purser to me, will you? I'll fix up the chair matter with him."