"Oh, but the buildings--was ever
anything so fine as those old Nuremberg houses, with their high-peaked
gables! I have quantities of them--thanks to my kodak."
"What's this station, I wonder?" asked Polly, as the train slowed up.
Two ladies on the platform made a sudden dash at their compartment.
"All full," said the guard, waving them off.
"That was Fanny Vanderburgh," gasped Polly.
"And her mother," added Jasper.
"Who was it?" demanded old Mr. King.
His consternation, when they told him, was so great, that Jasper racked
his brains some way to avoid the meeting.
"If once we were at Bayreuth, it's possible that we might not come
across them, father, for we could easily be lost in the crowd."
"No such good luck," groaned old Mr. King, which was proved true. For
the first persons who walked into the hotel, as the manager was giving
directions that the rooms reserved for their party should be shown
them, were Mrs. Vanderburgh and her daughter.
"Oh!" exclaimed Mrs. Vanderburgh, as if her dearest friends were before
her, "how glad I am to see you again, dear Mr. King, and you all." She
swept Mrs. Fisher and Mrs. Henderson lightly in her glance as if
toleration only were to be observed toward them. "We have been
perfectly _d?sol?e_ without you, Polly, my dear," she went on,
with a charming smile. "Fanny will be happy once more. She has been
disconsolate ever since we parted, I assure you.
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