"Cheer Up," said the Advance Agent to the English Tourist. "It may not
be True, and if it is True it may be for the Best."
The English Tourist made no Response, fearing that his Fellow-Traveler
might be In Trade.
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Then the One that waited on the Table did the Glide from behind a
Screen.
She was very Pale, up to a certain Point.
Pausing about six feet from the English Tourist she looked resolutely at
a Knot-Hole in the Floor and said:
"Beefsteakliverhamand."
"My Good Woman," said the Man from Stoke-on-Tritham, just as if he meant
to Prorogue something. "I should like a Rasher of Bacon, and have it
Jolly Well Done."
"Ain't got no Bacon," she replied, feeling of her Brooch.
"Dyuh-me! Then I should like some Boiled Eggs, and mind that they are
Fresh."
"I'll give you Regular Aigs," she said, lifting her Head proudly, for
she was no Serf.
"Approach me, Kit," said the Advance Agent, with gentle Voice.
"Is tha-a-at so-o-o?" she asked. "I'll have you know, Smarty, my name
ain't Kit. So There!"
"Well, make it Genevieve," said the Advance Agent.
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