The truth is that I'm a pretty easy going sort, and every six months or so I take all the men and girls employed around my house down to Coney Island and give 'em a rip-roaring time.

I make 'em my friends, and I dance with the girls and I jolly up the men, and we are all good pals together.

Sort of unconventional, maybe, but it pays.

I know--see ?--that there isn't a single one of those people who would do me a mean trick.

Not one of 'em but would lend me all the money he had.