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32 diplomatic, he now put aside an impulse to shake his head negatively, and observed: “But you haven't had any training in this work.”

“No, sir, but couldn't I pick it up pretty quick if I tried hard?”

“Well; let me see,” observed the head of the bell-hops, scratching his head dubiously. “I haven't any time to talk to you now. Come around Monday afternoon. I'll see you then.” He turned on his heel and walked away.

Clyde, left alone in this fashion, and not knowing just what it meant, stared, wondering. Was it really true that he had been invited to come back on Monday? Could it be possible thatHe turned and hurried out, thrilling from head to toe. The idea! He had asked this man for a place in the very finest hotel in Kansas City and he had asked him to come back and see him on Monday. Gee! what would that mean? Could it be possible that he would be admitted to such a grand world as this—and that so speedily? Could it really be?