"
"I guess you're right," said Ben.
"I shall wish you to come to my room two or three times a day, as I
may have some errands for you to do."
"All right, Miss Sinclair."
"You had better call me 'Cousin Ida,' so as to get used to it."
The next day as Ben was standing on the steps of the hotel he saw,
with surprise, Sam Sturgis approaching. It did not occur to him,
however, that he was responsible for Sam's presence in the city. He
was glad to see a familiar Hampton face, and he said cordially: "How
are you, Sam?"
Sam nodded.
"You don't mean to say that you are stopping here, do you?"
"Yes, I do," said Ben, smiling. "Why not?"
"Because it's a first-class hotel."
"Why shouldn't I stay at a first-class hotel, Sam?"
"Because you are a poor boy. Maybe you've got some relations among
the servants?"
"If I have I don't know it."
"Your uncle told me you were stopping here, but I didn't believe
it."
"Do you believe it now?" asked Ben.
"Perhaps you just stay round here to make people believe you are a
guest of the house."
"Why should I care what people think? Nobody knows me here. However,
Sam, if you want to be convinced, just come up to my room with me.
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