“It is very good of you to take my trouble on your shoulders like this. I am very much obliged to you.”
“I am not a philanthropist, Mr. Temple,” replied young Brown.
When young Mr. Brown stepped off the train at the Central Station in Toronto, a small boy accosted him.
“Carry your valise up for you, sir?”
“Certainly,” said Brown, handing it to him.
“How much do I owe you?” he asked at the lobby of the hotel.
“Twenty-five cents,” said the boy promptly, and he got it.
Brown registered on the books of the hotel as John A. Walker, of Montreal.