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We assented, and he proceeded solemnly to trundle the chair before him. I recognised him as a vague personage whom I had observed to lounge shyly about the doors of the hotels, at intervals during our stay, with a depressed air of wanting employment and a poor semblance of finding it.

The meadows are beautifully green and the trees very fine the whole country very like England in appearance, recalling it all the time, particularly when we saw pretty gray old farmhouses in the distance and every now and then a fine Norman steeple. There are two rival hotels and various small pensions and family houses. We are staying at the Grand, which is very comfortable.

During the adjustment of the aeroplanes it was the custom for passengers to wait in the system of theatres, restaurants, news-rooms, and places of pleasure and indulgence of various sorts that interwove with the prosperous shops below. This portion of London was in consequence commonly the gayest of all its districts, with something of the meretricious gaiety of a seaport or city of hotels.

On the train back to New York she formulated her suggestions for hotels, among which, in her own words, were the following: " Make the offices decent rooms rem. living-room at Gray Wolf Lodge. Take out desks guests to register and pay bills in small office off living-room keep letters there, too. Not much room needed and can't make pleasant room with miserable old 'desk' sticking out into it.

Now I know very well that those of my readers who intend visiting Cuba will be much more interested in statistics of hotels than in any speculations, poetical or philosophical, with which I might be glad to recompense their patience. Let me tell them, therefore, that the Ensor House is neither better nor worse than other American hotels in Cuba.

Hotels began to be built, theatres were erected, and here and there a little church rose among the long line of tents which occupied the slopes above the creek. Scene on the Goldfields.# Below, on the flats, the scene was a busy one.

The town is a confused and irregular little place, of very uneven surface. There is an old church in it, and two or three large hotels. We stayed there perhaps half an hour, and then went to the pier, where shortly a steamer arrived, with music sounding, on the deck of which, with her back to us, sat a lady in a gray travelling-dress.

How could she possibly imagine that there would not be shops, stables, hotels at the station? What did other people do when they arrived here? Mrs. Phelps crisply asked these questions of the unanswering woods and hills. After a while she sat down on her trunk, though with her small back erect, and her expression uncompromisingly stern.

But, by a process which nobody can explain, in the union the art of cooking in hotels got mislaid." "Well," she said, with winning illogicality, "you've got me." "If you could only eat the breakfasts for me, as you can see the Monument for me!" "Dear, I could eat the Monument for you, if it would do you any good."

By tolerating one or two women of this kind, they have drawn to them others, and have finally become overrun with them to such an extent that respectable people have avoided them. Even the first-class hotels are kept busy in purging themselves of the evil. The best houses are located in respectable, and a few in fashionable neighborhoods.