"Oh! why not? Don't you know how celebrated they are for waffles at
this hotel? I thought everybody knew _that_." Then she tinkled her
fork against her glass, and, when the waiter came, said, "Waffles,
please," with an air which impressed Clover extremely. Lilly seemed
to her like a young lady in a story,--so elegant and self-possessed.
She wondered if all the girls at Hillsover were going to be like her?

The waffles came, crisp and hot, with delicious maple syrup to eat on
them; and the party made a satisfactory breakfast. Lilly, in spite
of all her elegance, displayed a wonderful appetite. "You see," she
explained to Clover, "I don't expect to have another decent thing to
eat till next September,--not a thing; so I'm making the most of this."
Accordingly she disposed of nine waffles, in quick succession, before
she found time to utter any thing farther, except "Butter, please,"
or, "May I trouble you for the molasses?" As she swallowed the last
morsel, Dr. Carr, looking at his watch, said that it was time to start
for the train; and they set off. As they crossed the street, Katy was
surprised to see that Lilly, who had seemed quite happy only a minute
before, had begun to cry. After they reached the car, her tears
increased to sobs: she grew almost hysterical.

"Oh! don't make me go, papa," she implored, clinging to her father's
arm. "I shall be so homesick! It will kill me; I know it will.
Please let me stay. Please let me go home with you."

"Now, my darling," protested Mr. Page, "this is foolish; you know it
is."

"I can't help it," blubbered Lilly. "I ca--n't help it. Oh! don't
make me go. Don't, papa dear. I ca--n't bear it."