In a few minutes their clothes were on two chairs, and their heads were sunk into adjacent pillows.
VIEW FROM THE ISLAND AT NIGHT.
CHAPTER III
The Party Separates — Harry Goes to the Battle-Ship — The Government Building — The Convent and the Caravels — The Movable Sidewalk.
Sunday proved a welcome relief after the long journey of Saturday, followed by the fête night at the Fair; and they were glad to begin the busy week that was to follow with one restful day apart from bustle and confusion.
At breakfast Monday morning, one of the dishes Mr. Douglass ordered was steak; and, as he sawed through it, he remarked:
“This is tough!”
“But I thought you didn’t approve of slang?” Harry inquired, with an air of grave interest.
“I wasn’t thinking so much of how I said it as of the fact,” Mr. Douglass replied. “But the proverb says that ‘shoemakers’ children are always the worst shod,’ and so we ought to expect poor beef in Chicago, the great beef-market of the continent; but I don’t like to waste my strength on mere beef while there is so much before us. What are your plans?”