The gallant Captain, who had been energetically browbeaten by his
younger daughter, and threatened with divers pains and penalties
should he fail to pay attention and take heed to instructions, had
acquitted himself with eclat in the selection of rooms for Dorothy and
his daughter. The suite was situated in one corner of the huge
caravansary, a large parlor occupying the angle, with windows on one
side looking into the forest, and on the other giving an extended view
across the valley. The front room adjoining the parlor was to be
Dorothy's very own, and the end room belonged to Katherine, he said,
as long as she behaved herself. If Dorothy ever wished to evict her
strenuous neighbor, all she had to do was to call upon the Captain,
and he would lend his aid, at which proffer of assistance Katherine
tossed her head, and said she would try the room for a week, and, if
she didn't like it, out Dorothy would have to go.
There followed days and nights of revelry. Hops, concerts,
entertainments of all sorts, with a more pretentious ball on Saturday
night, when the week-tired man from New York arrived in the afternoon
to find temperature twenty degrees lower, and the altitude very much
higher than was the case in his busy office in the city. Katherine
revelled in this round of excitement, and indeed, so, in a milder way,
did Dorothy. After the functions were over the girls enjoyed a
comforting chat with one another in their drawing room; all windows
open, and the moon a-shining down over the luminous valley, which it
seemed to fill with mother-o'-pearl dust.
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