Though I want to mention in passing that if there
are any lady Bisons present you needn't bank on doubling me up with
them. I've had one experience of that kind. It was in Albia, Iowa. I'd
sleep in the kitchen range before I'd go through another."
Up went the erstwhile falling poise. "You're badly mistaken, madam.
I'm a member of this order myself, and a finer lot of fellows it has
never been my pleasure to know."
"Yes, I know," drawled Emma McChesney. "Do you know, the thing that
gets me is the inconsistency of it. Along come a lot of boobs who
never use a hotel the year around except to loaf in the lobby, and
wear out the leather chairs, and use up the matches and toothpicks and
get the baseball returns, and immediately you turn away a traveling
man who uses a three-dollar-a-day room, with a sample room downstairs
for his stuff, who tips every porter and bell-boy in the place, asks
for no favors, and who, if you give him a half-way decent cup of
coffee for breakfast, will fall in love with the place and boom it all
over the country.
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