“No, I don’t think it is,” said her father, smiling.
They were assigned pleasant rooms in the hotel; in fact, the best in the house. Mr. Lindsay, though not an extravagant man, was always liberal in all his arrangements when travelling; and now especially, when he had his daughter with him, he was resolved to spare no expense to secure such comforts as could be procured. Harry also was provided with a pleasant apartment on the same floor. Mr. Lindsay might easily have secured for him a cheaper one on an upper floor; but he was apparently resolved to treat Harry as if he were a member of his own family.
They ordered an early dinner, being tired of ship fare, and anxious for the fresher vegetables and meat which could be obtained on shore. According to the English system, they took their meal privately in Mr. Lindsay’s apartment. It proved to be well cooked, and of good quality, and each of the three did full justice to it.
When the meal was over, Mr. Lindsay said:—
“I must go out now and make a business call, leaving you young people to your own devices.”
“We’ll go out shopping and sight-seeing, papa, as I told you.”
“Don’t go too far, or you might get lost.”
“Never fear that. But there’s one thing you mustn’t forget, papa.”
“What is that?”
“What does a young lady always want when she goes out shopping?”