"I like your arms around me," said Mildred. "Let me sleep with you to-night."
CHAPTER XXIII.
THE HOTEL DANCE.
It was Gorham Page's habit to drop in at the Van Tassel house before making his nearly daily visit to the Fair.
One morning, as he ascended the steps, his sister met him. "I hoped you would come," she said. "I want to be condoled with. Robert's foot has descended. We are going home."
"Oh, I am sorry," replied Gorham, taking the chair she offered him; "but can't some arrangement be made?"
"No. Robert has said 'positively;' and when he says 'positively,' I never waste any more nervous force. Poor, dear boy, he wants to stay as badly as I do, but we have been here longer than we expected already, and after all I would rather go back than to give up the apartment and go to the poorhouse, which he says is the alternative."
"I must go to Boston before long," said Page. "Wouldn't you like to stay and go back with me?"
"Let Robert go home alone?"
"Yes."