Paula looked at Mr. Ricaby and Tod helplessly.
"You won't go away until—until—— Don't leave me here alone—will you?"
"Leave you?" echoed Tod. "Certainly not. I'm going to get mother. Why, I'm a fixture here—hotel picked out—baggage unpacked—rooms taken for a month ahead."
"A month? Why, you said two weeks!" cried the girl, delighted at the thought that she would have his company so long.
"Did I?" he grinned. "Well, you see, the place grows on me."
"Come, miss," said the attendant impatiently.
"You are sure you won't go?" said Paula, addressing Tod.
"I'm sure," he said. "If I go, you go with me."
