She had dreamed many day-dreams about this journey, but the thought that was giving her most pleasure now was not that these dreams were at last coming true, but that in a very short time she would be face to face with Betty and Eugenia.
It was noon when they reached Tours, and went rattling up to the Hotel Bordeaux in the big omnibus.

At first Lloyd was disposed to find fault with the quaint, old-fashioned hotel which Cousin Carl had chosen as their meeting-place.

It had no conveniences like the modern ones to which she had been accustomed.

There was not even an elevator in it.

She looked in dismay at the steep, spiral stairway, winding around and around in the end of the hall, like the steps in the tower of a lighthouse.