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The page who took their bags up to their room in the Savoy was a brisk and smiling boy with fabulous pink cheeks.
“Say, buddy,” said the Rev. Dr. Gantry, “what do you pull down here?”
“Sorry, sir, I don’t think I quite understand, sir.”
“Whadda you make? How much do they pay you?”
“Oh. Oh, they pay me very decently, sir. Is there anything else I can do, sir? Thank you, sir.”
When the page was gone, Elmer complained, “Yuh, fine friendly kid that bell-boy is, and can’t hardly understand the English language! Well, I’m glad we’re seeing the Old Country, but if folks aren’t going to be any friendlier than he is, I see where we’ll be mighty darn glad to get back. Why, say, if he’d of been an American bell-boy, we’d of jawed along for an hour, and I’d of learned something. Well, come on, come on! Get your hat on, and let’s go out and give the town the once-over.”
They walked along the Strand.
“Say,” Elmer said portentously, “do you notice that? The cops got straps under their chins! Well, well, that certainly is different!”
“Yes, isn’t it!” said Cleo.