I've kinder forgot about the streets, so the man said we'd better have a
team to take us there." And he picked up the bags and trudged off,
closely followed by Emily.

His shrewd Yankee wit carried him safely through a bargain with the
driver, and they were soon jolting and rumbling along to their
destination. He had asked the man behind the news-stand about a hotel,
casually mentioning that he had money--plenty of it--and wanted a "bang-
up good place." The spirit of mischief had entered the heart of the
news-man, and he had given Reuben the name of one of the very highest-
priced, most luxurious hotels in the city.

As the carriage stopped, Reuben marched boldly up the broad steps and
entered the palatial office, with Emily close at his heels. Two bell-
boys sprang forward--the one to take the bags, the other to offer to
show Mrs. Gray to the reception-room.

"No, thank you, I ain't particular," said she sweetly; "I'll wait for
Reuben here." And she dropped into the nearest chair, while her husband
advanced toward the desk. She noticed that men were looking curiously at
her, and she felt relieved when Reuben and the pretty boy came back and
said they would go up to their room.

She stood the elevator pretty well, though she gave a little gasp (which
she tried to choke into a cough) as it started. Reuben turned to the
boy.

"Where can I get somethin' to eat?"

"Luncheon is being served in the main dining-room on the first floor,