Then another neatly dressed gentleman guided Rollo through many long hall-ways and up a flight of stairs to a beautiful chamber.
“This is your room, sir,” he said.
“Is it so?” said Rollo. “Thank you, sir.”
The gentleman smiled pleasantly, and went out, leaving Rollo alone.
Looking at the handsome three-dollar watch which his father had given him, he saw to his surprise that it was long past his supper-hour.
“Very evidently I am too late for supper,” thought Rollo. Fortunately he still had his lunch-box which he had not thought to open during the journey, so that from this he supped very well indeed, slipped off his garments, said his evening prayer by the side of a very grand bed and was soon asleep.
“Well, Rollo,” said Stella’s mother, who was his hostess next morning, “we missed you last night at dinner. Where were you?”
“You must mean supper, do you not?” answered Rollo, and then explained how he had supped in his room the evening before, at which all the company laughed merrily.