I've found out one thing 'bout autymobble folks sense I've ben runnin' this hoe-tel, an' thet is thet a good many is ownin' machines thet oughter be payin' their bills instid o' buyin' gasoline." The Major took him aside.

He did not tell the cautious landlord that Mr.Merrick was one of the wealthiest men in America, but he exhibited a roll of bills that satisfied the man his demands would be paid in full.
The touring; party feasted upon eggs and fresh milk, both very delicious but accompanied by odds and ends of food not so palatable.
The landlord's two daughters, sallow, sunken cheeked girls, waited on the guests and the landlord's wife did the cooking.
Beth, Patsy and Myrtle retired early, as did Uncle John.

The Major, smoking his "bedtime cigar," as he called it, strolled out into the yard and saw Wampus seated in the automobile, also smoking.
"We get an early start to-morrow, Wampus," said the Major.

"Better get to bed." "Here is my bed," returned the chauffeur, quietly.
"But there's a room reserved for you in the hotel." "I know.

Don't want him.