"I know it is stupid, Jack, darling, but I am so afraid of fire." "This hotel is absolutely fireproof, madam," put in the clerk, stating a fact implicitly believed by every hotel proprietor in New York in so far as his own building is concerned, "but we can accommodate you on the second floor, Suite F., fifty dollars a day." "Thank you.

That will be just right," said Curtis quickly, for he meant to live like a prince during one night at least, let the morrow bring its own cares.

"Now, you understand that we are here without baggage, though my wife's maid will procure some necessaries while we eat, and I mean to get some clothes later, but, if you would like a deposit of, say, a hundred dollars---- ?" He felt for his pocketbook, but, to the credit of the clerk be it said, the suggestion was negatived with a smile.
"No need at all for any deposit, sir," was the answer.

"I wouldn't be on to my job it I didn't know how and when to discriminate in matters of that sort.

Will you register ?" Curtis took a pen and wrote: "Mr.and Lady Hermione Curtis, and maid." Some imp of adventure moved him to inscribe "Pekin" in the column for visitors' home addresses.
But the clerk was obviously impressed by Hermione's title, no less than the singularly remote locality the couple hailed from.