Book 2, Chapter 8

⁠​​​‌​​​​‌​‌‌‌‌​​​‌​​​‌‌​‌​​‌​‌​‌​​​​‌‌‌​​​‌‌‌‌​‌‌​​​​‌‌​​‌​​‌‌​‌⁠We stopped at a big railway-hotel when we came into Ayr. Basil and Mrs. West took rooms there too, because it was the best in town, and Mrs. West always wants the very best—except when she's depressed by bad notices of her books!

It was late, and she was so faint with hunger that she begged us not to dress, but to go to dinner in ten minutes. We agreed; but when we'd hurriedly washed our hands and