He looked at her in some surprise.
"I'm only 'on the road,'" he said--"Don't put yourself out too much for me." She smiled.
"You'll pay for what you've ordered, I suppose ?" "Certainly!" "Then you'll get just what everybody gets for their money,"-- and her smile broadened kindly--"We don't make any difference between poor and rich." She retired, and he dropped into a chair, wearily.

"We don't make any difference between poor and rich!" said this simple woman.

How very simple she was! No difference between poor and rich! Where would "society" be if this axiom were followed! He almost laughed to think of it.

A girl came in and brought his coffee with a plate of fresh bread-and-butter, a dish of Devonshire cream, a pot of jam, and a small round basket full of rosy apples,--also a saucer of milk which she set down on the floor for Charlie, patting him kindly as she did so, with many admiring comments on his beauty.
"You've brought me quite a breakfast!" said Helmsley.

"How much ?" "Sixpence, please." "Only sixpence ?" "That's all.