"It's the worst hotel in Australia. Well, one may go further, and say in Australasia." "Bad beds?" "No--none at all. Just sand-bags." "The pillows, too?" "Yes, the pillows, too. Just sand. And not a good quality of sand. It packs too hard, and has never been screened. There is too much gravel in it. It is like sleeping on nuts." "Isn't there any good sand?" "Plenty of it. There is as good bed-sand in this region as the world can furnish. Aerated sand--and loose; but they won't buy it. They want something that will pack solid, and petrify." "How are the rooms?" "Eight feet square; and a sheet of iced oil-cloth to step on in the morning when you get out of the sand-quarry." "As to lights?" "Coal-oil lamp." "A good one?" "No. It's the kind that sheds a gloom." "I like a lamp that burns all night." "This one won't. You must blow it out early." "That is bad. One might want it again in the night. Can't find it in the dark." "There's no trouble; you can find it by the stench." "Wardrobe?" "Two nails on the door to hang seven suits of clothes on if you've got them." "Bells?" "There aren't any." "What do you do when you want service?" "Shout. But it won't fetch anybody." "Suppose you want the chambermaid to empty the slopjar?" "There isn't any slop-jar. The hotels don't keep them. That is, outside of Sydney and Melbourne." "Yes, I knew that. I was only talking. It's the oddest thing in Australia. Another thing: I've got to get up in the dark, in the morning, to take the 5 o'clock train. Now if the boots----" "There isn't any." "Well, the porter." "There isn't any." "But who will call me?" "Nobody. You'll call yourself. And you'll light yourself, too. There'll not be a light burning in the halls or anywhere. And if you don't carry a light, you'll break your neck." "But who will help me down with my baggage?" "Nobody. However, I will tell you what to do. In Maryborough there's an American who has lived there half a lifetime; a fine man, and prosperous and popular. He will be on the lookout for you; you won't have any trouble. Sleep in peace; he will rout you out, and you will make your train. Where is your manager?" "I left him at Ballarat, studying the language. And besides, he had to go to Melbourne and get us ready for New Zealand. I've not tried to pilot myself before, and it doesn't look easy." "Easy! You've selected the very most difficult piece of railroad in Australia for your experiment. There are twelve miles of this road which no man without good executive ability can ever hope--tell me, have you good executive ability? first-rate executive ability?" "I--well, I think so, but----" "That settles it. The tone of----oh, you wouldn't ever make it in the world. However, that American will point you right, and you'll go. You've got tickets?" "Yes--round trip; all the way to Sydney."