"I should say we did," shuddered Cordelia, still with her head turned backward. "I sha'n't sleep a wink to-night—I know I sha'n't!"
"An alligator—really?" cried Tilly. "Then I'm going to hurry and get ready so I can see him before dinner," she finished, as she whisked into her room.
Dinner that night, in the brilliantly lighted, flower-decked dining-room was an experience never to be forgotten by the girls.
"I didn't suppose there were such bea-u-tiful dresses in the world," sighed Elsie, looking about her.
Mr. Hartley smiled.
"I reckon you'd think so, Miss Elsie," he said, "if you could see the place when it's in full swing. It's too early yet for the real tourist season, I imagine. Anyhow, there aren't so many people here as I've always seen before."
"Well, I shouldn't ask it to be any nicer, anyway," declared Bertha; and the rest certainly agreed with her.
Bright and early the next morning the Happy Hexagons and Mr. Hartley started out sight-seeing. Mrs. Kennedy was too tired to go, she said.
"I'll let business slip for an hour or two," Mr. Hartley remarked as they left the hotel; "at all events, until I get you young people started."
"Hm-m; you mean, to—the Alamo?" hinted Genevieve, with merry eyes.