The page who took their bags up to their room in the Savoy was a brisk and smiling boy with fabulous pink cheeks.
"Say, buddy," said the Rev. Dr. Gantry, "what do you pull down here?"
"Sorry, sir, I don't think I quite understand, sir."
"Whadda you make? How much do they pay you?"
"Oh. Oh, they pay me very decently, sir. Is there anything else I can do, sir? Thank you, sir."
When the page was gone, Elmer complained, "Yuh, fine friendly kid that bell-boy is, and can't hardly understand the English language! Well, I'm glad we're seeing the Old Country, but if folks aren't going to be any friendlier than he is, I see where we'll be mighty darn glad to get back. Why, say, if he'd of been an American bell-boy, we'd of jawed along for an hour, and I'd of learned something. Well, come on, come on! Get your hat on, and let's go out and give the town the once-over."
They walked along the Strand.
"Say," Elmer said portentously, "do you notice that? The cops got straps under their chins! Well, well, that certainly is different!"
"Yes, isn't it!" said Cleo.
"But I don't think so much of this street. I always heard it was a famous one, but these stores—why, say, we got a dozen streets in Zenith, say nothing of N' York, that got better stores. No git up and git to these foreigners. Certainly does make a fellow glad he's an American!"
They came, after exploring Swan & Edgar's, to St. James's Palace.
"Now," said Elmer knowingly, "that certainly is an ancient site. Wonder what it is? Some kind of a castle, I guess."
To a passing policeman: "Say, excuse me, Cap'n, but could you tell me what that brick building is?"
"St. James's Palace, sir. You're an American? The Prince of Wales lives there, sir."
"Is that a fact! D' you hear that, Cleo? Well, sir, that's certainly something to remember!"
