As
Ellen often says, get the best and--What do they charge at this hotel that
you speak of, Dr. Hope?"
"The Shoshone House? About twenty-five dollars a week, I think, if you
make a permanent arrangement."
"That _is_ a good deal," remarked Mrs. Watson, meditatively, while Clover
hastened to say,--
"It is a great deal more than Phil and I can spend, Dr. Hope; I am glad
you have chosen the other place for us."
"I suppose it _is_ better," admitted Mm Watson; but when they gained the
top of the hill, and a picturesque, many-gabled, many-balconied structure
was pointed out as the Shoshone, her regrets returned, and she began again
to murmur that very often the most expensive places turned out the
cheapest in the end, and that it stood to reason that they must be the
best. Dr. Hope rather encouraged this view, and proposed that she should
stop and look at some rooms; but no, she could not desert her young
charges and would go on, though at the same time she must say that her
opinion as an older person who had seen more of the world was--She was
used to being consulted. Why, Addy Phillips wouldn't order that crushed
strawberry bengaline of hers till Mrs. Watson saw the sample, and--But
girls had their own ideas, and were bound to carry them out, Ellen always
said so, and for her part she knew her duty and meant to do it!
Dr. Hope flashed one rapid, comical look at Clover.
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