"
"Leave that to me, Mr. Markham. I shall not disappoint any one, not
even these boys."
"And so you intend to go to the concert," the manager remarked, as they
were being bowled swiftly along in the car to the hotel.
"Yes. Why should I not? There will be plenty of time after the
matinee. I can hire a car to take me there, and bring me back in the
evening. I shall enjoy the trip out into the country, for I am so
tired of cities."
"But what will people think of your going to such a place to sing for a
few country people?"
"I don't care what they think," and the woman's voice was severer than
usual. "I know that I shall not be able to meet a number of society
lights, for which I shall be most thankful."
Rod and Phil had never been in a large hotel before, and they gazed
with wonder upon everything they saw. The elevator, which moved so
easily upwards, was a great mystery. Then the large carpeted hallway
through which they passed, where their footsteps could not be heard,
and last of all the spacious room into which they were admitted, caused
their eyes to bulge with astonishment. When they were comfortably
seated in big chairs, with the singer sitting close to Rod, so she
could watch his every movement, the talk naturally drifted off to
Hillcrest.
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