"You ought to be running an elevator in a hotel in America," she remarked. "You've got too much class for an old dump like this. Maybe I could get you a job at our hotel in Washington. I don't suppose you ever get any decent tips here.
"I manage to get along."
"It's nice to have someone to talk to," she said graciously. "Daddy and Mother aren't really congenial to me, and these people over here are such boobs about speaking English. Lots of times I have things on my mind and can't say them."
"Nothing is more painful, I quite agree."
"There was another American on the train, but he didn't amount to much."
"How can you tell when they amount to much?"
"Well, you're a foreigner, I guess you won't understand. Daddy told me for God's sake to take a walk in the corridor so's he could get a nap. In one of the other cars I saw this man, and he was chewing gum. That's how I knew he
