He opened the door of his fastness, and came out--actually came out!--and with a long shrill whistle summoned a porter whom he addressed as, "Here, you Pat," and bade, "Take this lady's things, and put them into the 'bus for the Sherman; look sharp now, and see that she's all right." Then to Clover,-- "You'll find it very comfortable at the Sherman, Miss, and I hope you'll have a good night.

If you'll come to me in the morning, I'll explain about the baggage transfer." Clover thanked this obliging being again, and rejoined her party, who were patiently sitting where she had left them.
"Dear me!" said Mrs.Watson as the omnibus rolled off, "I had no idea that Denver was such a large place.

Street cars too! Well, I declare!" "And what nice shops!" said Clover, equally surprised.
Her ideas had been rather vague as to what was to be expected in the close neighborhood of the Rocky Mountains; but she knew that Denver had only existed a few years, and was prepared to find everything looking rough and unfinished.
"Why, they have restaurants here and jewellers' shops!" she cried.

"Look, Phil, what a nice grocery! We needn't have packed all those oatmeal biscuits if only we had known.

And electric lights! How wonderful! But of course St.Helen's is quite different." Their amazement increased when they reached the hotel, and were taken in a large dining-room to order dinner from a bill of fare which seemed to include every known luxury, from Oregon salmon and Lake Superior white-fish to frozen sherbets and California peaches and apricots.