Right up staihs, suh.

Nice room." He led the way, and Bibbs followed slowly, stopping at intervals to rest, and noting a heavy increase in the staff of service since the exodus from the "old" house.

Maids and scrubwomen were at work under the patently nominal direction of another Pullman porter, who was profoundly enjoying his own affectation of being harassed with care.
"Ev'ything got look spick an' span fo' the big doin's to-night," Bibbs's guide explained, chuckling.

"Yessuh, we got big doin's to-night! Big doin's!" The room to which he conducted his lagging charge was furnished in every particular like a room in a new hotel; and Bibbs found it pleasant--though, indeed, any room with a good bed would have seemed pleasant to him after his journey.

He stretched himself flat immediately, and having replied "Not now" to the attendant's offer to unpack the bag, closed his eyes wearily.
White-jacket, racially sympathetic, lowered the window-shades and made an exit on tiptoe, encountering the other white-jacket--the harassed overseer--in the hall without.