Where is the dum thing?
I seen it last week somewhere.

Oh, yes," producing a thin book ruled for accounts from under the counter, "we don't alwus use it," he remarked--which was obvious, seeing that the last entry was a month old.
John concluded that it was a useless formality.

"I should like something to eat," he said, "and desire to go to my room while it is being prepared; and can you send my luggage up now ?" "Wa'al," said Mr.Elright, looking at the clock, which showed the hour of half-past nine, and rubbing his chin perplexedly, "supper's ben cleared off some time ago." "I don't want very much," said John; "just a bit of steak, and some stewed potatoes, and a couple of boiled eggs, and some coffee." He might have heard the sound of a slap in the direction of one of the sitters.
"I'm 'fraid I can't 'commodate ye fur's the steak an' things goes," confessed the landlord.

"We don't do much cookin' after dinner, an' I reckon the fire's out anyway.

P'r'aps," he added doubtfully, "I c'd hunt ye up a piece o' pie 'n some doughnuts, or somethin' like that." He took a key, to which was attached a huge brass tag with serrated edges, from a hook on a board behind the bar--on which were suspended a number of the like--lighted a small kerosene lamp, carrying a single wick, and, shuffling out from behind the counter, said, "Say, Bill, can't you an' Dick carry the gentleman's trunks up to 'thirteen ?'" and, as they assented, he gave the lamp and key to one of them and left the room.