"Blah!" says Jimmy courteously. "That's what _you_ think. I got plenty ambition. My ambition is to wake up every morning for the rest of my life with a twenty-dollar bill in my kick! Believe me, Cutey, I often wish I was a Wall Street bond messenger, a bootlegger or even a professional reformer--but I ain't never had a shot at no _big_ dough like that. Why, if it was rainin' tomato bouillon, I'd be there with a knife instead of a spoon!" "As if _that_ would stop you!" I remark sweetly. I once saw James eat. "It seems to me you're always craving excitement," I went on, dealing out some wrong numbers. "Only last week you told me you had a massage." "Go ahead and kid me," says Jimmy. "_You_ should bite your nails--you're a woman, a good looker with more curves than a scenic railway, and they ain't no way _you_ kin lose! But it's different _here._ It seems to me I beep workin' for a livin' since the doc says 'It's a boy!' and the chances is I'll be workin' for a livin' till the doc says 'Get the embalmer'!" Don't you love that? "Why don't you check out of the bell-hopping game and try your luck at something with a future in it?" I ask him, though, really, I'm about as interested in Jimmy's biography as I am in the election returns at Tokyo. "If _I_ was a man, this town wouldn't have _me_ licked!" "Apple sauce!" sneers Jimmy politely. "A guy without money has got the same chance in New York as a ferryboat salesman would have on the Sara Desert. It takes jack to make jack. With a bank roll I could make _my_ name as well known as Jonah's, and I'd spot him his whale!" "What do you _do_ with your nickels?" I ask him. "I don't doubt that Chaplin and Fairbanks get more _wages_ than you bellboys, but I thought your _tips_ ran into better figures than they have in the Follies." "Say, cutey, be yourself!" says James scornfully. "Most of the eggs in this trap is as tight as the skin on a grape--they wouldn't give a thin dime to see Tut-ankh-Amen walk up Fifth Avenoo on his hands! I could be railroaded to Sing Sing for what I think of _them_ babies. Why should _I_ have to carry suitcases and hustle ice water for a lot of monkeys like that?" "Don't put on dog, Jimmy," I smile. "The guests of the St. Moe are every bit as good as you are, even if you _are_ a haughty bellhop and they are lowly millionaires. Suppose _you_ had a million, what would you do with it?"