Her eyes sparkled.

She ate everything, and regretted that lack of capacity made it impossible for her to yield to the entreaties of her waiter that she "have a little more." She rose, went into the nearest passageway between saloon and promenade, stealthily took a ten-cent piece from her pocketbook.
She called her waiter and gave it to him.

She was blushing deeply, frightened lest this the first tip she had ever given or seen given be misunderstood and refused.

"I'm so much obliged," she said.

"You were very nice." The waiter bowed like a prince, always with his simple, friendly smile; the tip disappeared under his apron.