hway.

"It seems to be mainly cabbages," said Rollo, "but I do not see any
water."

"You will presently," said Stella. And sure enough, after they had
travelled at a very rapid pace for a short time, Rollo began to
catch glimpses of blue water dotted with tiny white sails. Coming as
he did from an inland community, this excited Rollo very much and he
kept shouting "Hurrah! Hurrah!" and asking John to go faster.

[Illustration: "A gentleman in a dress suit took his lunch-box"]

To this John only shook his head and smiled.

"He is going as fast as he can," said Cousin Stella. "But I will tell
the world, Rollo, you are a good sport."

"I thank you very much," said Rollo politely.

Shortly after this they drove through winding hills and stopped
before a large house where, to Rollo's surprise, a gentleman in a
dress-suit took his lunch-box and satchel from him and walked away
with them as rapidly as possible.

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.

"You are a dear boy, Rollo," said his hostess, "but you must remember
that we have dinner at eight o'clock."

Rollo laughed heartily at this idea and said, "Then, according to
that, you must have supper at midnight!"

"You are quite right," answered Stella's mother.

"And breakfast at noon next day."

"Very often, I admit. But Saturday and Sunday are holidays and we
are always up betimes. Come, what shall we do? Rollo, you propose
something."

All the company, of which there was about a score of folk of
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