I thought it was what your father would prefer," he added in a lower tone to Clover.
"I am sure he would," she replied; but Mrs.Watson broke in,-- "Oh, I shall go wherever Miss Carr goes.

She's under my care, you know--Though at the same time I must say that in the long run I have generally found that the most expensive places turn out the cheapest.

As Ellen often says, get the best and--What do they charge at this hotel that you speak of, Dr.Hope ?" "The Shoshone House?
About twenty-five dollars a week, I think, if you make a permanent arrangement." "That _is_ a good deal," remarked Mrs.Watson, meditatively, while Clover hastened to say,-- "It is a great deal more than Phil and I can spend, Dr.Hope; I am glad you have chosen the other place for us." "I suppose it _is_ better," admitted Mm Watson; but when they gained the top of the hill, and a picturesque, many-gabled, many-balconied structure was pointed out as the Shoshone, her regrets returned, and she began again to murmur that very often the most expensive places turned out the cheapest in the end, and that it stood to reason that they must be the best.

Dr.Hope rather encouraged this view, and proposed that she should stop and look at some rooms; but no, she could not desert her young charges and would go on, though at the same time she must say that her opinion as an older person who had seen more of the world was--She was used to being consulted.

Why, Addy Phillips wouldn't order that crushed strawberry bengaline of hers till Mrs.Watson saw the sample, and--But girls had their own ideas, and were bound to carry them out, Ellen always said so, and for her part she knew her duty and meant to do it! Dr.Hope flashed one rapid, comical look at Clover.