There was an elevator once
in our town that--fifteenth floor? All right.
This room, eh! Great Scott, it's high up. Say, better
not go too near that window, boy. That would be a hell
of a drop if a feller fell out. You needn't wait. Oh, I
see. I beg your pardon. I suppose a quarter is enough, eh?
Well, it's a relief to be alone. But say, this is high
up! And what a noise! What is it they're doing out there,
away out in the air, with all that clatter--building a
steel building, I guess. Well, those fellers have their
nerve, all right. I'll sit further back from the window.
It's lonely up here. In the old days I could have rung
a bell and had a drink sent up to the room; but away up
here on the fifteenth floor! Oh, no, they'd never send
a drink clean up to the fifteenth floor. Of course, in
the old days, I could have put on my canvas slippers and
walked down to the bar and had a drink and talked to the
bar-tender.
But of course they wouldn't have a bar in a place like
this. I'd like to go down and see, but I don't know that
I'd care to ask, anyway. No, I guess I'll just sit and
wait. Some one will come for me, I guess, after a while.
If I were back right now in our town, I could walk into
Ed Clancey's restaurant and have ham and eggs, or steak
and eggs, or anything, for thirty-five cents.
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