She led the way through the great entrance hall and down a side passage to the tiled and enameled lavatory. Even Bess was impressed by the elegance of the furnishings. The rugs were handsome, the carpets soft, thick pile, the hangings richly decorative. Nan, of course, had never seen anything like it.
“What a delightful place,” Bess said to her chum. “And such good taste in the decorating.”
“Hope the supper will taste just as good,” Nan returned grimly. “I’m hungry in spite of the lunch I ate. You spoiled your appetite with tea and candy.”
“I didn’t suppose there was anything left for me in that old box when you got through,” sniffed Bess.
“Oh, yes there was—and is,” laughed Nan. “It’s good, too.”
“Oh, girls!” broke in their red-headed guide. “Have you really part of your train lunch left?”
“Yes,” said Nan, shyly.
“Is it in that box?” asked Laura Polk, quickly.
“Yes.”
“Then hang onto it, do!” begged Laura.