She's a leader in our experience meetings, and I couldn't somehow make up my mind to face her without it." "Poppa," remarked Emmeline, "is not so foolish as he looks." "We were just wondering," exclaimed momma, "who that table was laid for.
But we never thought of _you_.

Isn't it strange ?" We agreed that it was little short of marvellous.
The tall waiter strolled up for the commands of the Malt party.

His demeanour showed that he resented the Malts, who were, nevertheless, innocent respectable people.

As Emmeline ordered "_cafe au lait pour tous"_ he scowled and made curious contortions with his lower jaw.
"Anything else you want ?" he inquired, with obvious annoyance.
"Yes," said Miss Callis.

He further expressed his contempt by twisting his moustache, and waited in silent disdain.
"I want," said Miss Callis sweetly, leaning forward with her chin artlessly poised in her hand, "to know if you are paid to make faces at the guests of this hotel." There was laughter, above which Emmeline's crow rose loud and clear, and as the waiter hastened away, suddenly transformed into a sycophant, poppa remarked, "I see you've got those hotel tickets, too.