do you? For how much per?"

"Oh, I don't know. I'll begin at the bottom, being a green hand. Twenty
a week or so; whatever you're accustomed to paying."

Brown choked. "The figure's all right," he says, "only it covers a month
down here."

"Right!" says Jones, not a bit shook up. "A month goes."

Peter stepped back and looked him over, beginning with the tan shoes and
ending with the whirligig hat.

"Jonesy," says he, finally, "you're on. Take him to the servants'
quarters, Wingate."

A little later, when I had the chance and had Brown alone, I says to
him:

"Peter," says I, "for the land sakes what did you hire the emperor for?
A blind man could see HE wa'n't no waiter. And we don't need him anyhow;
no more'n a cat needs three tails. Why--"

But he was back at me before I could wink. "Need him?" he says. "Why,
Barzilla, we need him more than the old Harry needs a conscience. Take
a bird's-eye view of him! Size him up! He puts all the rest of the
Greek statues ten miles in the shade. If I could only manage to get his
picture in the papers we'd have all the romantic old maids in Boston
down here inside of a week; and there's enough of THEM to keep one hotel
going till judgment. Need him? Whew!"