Books [Mrs. Lola Roberts]
“Isn't it warm here for February? I can't seem to get enough air in this room - it's so stuffy. It was zero when we left New York. I don't remember it being this warm here in February. Does it get awfully hot here in summer now? I remember the summers as being cool. I wonder if we'll be able to find a comfortable place to live. I want to stay here if I can find something to suit me. And all this fog and smoke - isn't that something now? I don't remember such fog here.
“Oh, I'm so tired!” (Emphasis on the “so”.) She and her daughters had arrived the day before, from her former home in one of the larger cities of northern New York. “I didn't sleep a wink on the train, and the first night it seemed that we stopped at every little station. At the hotel in Washington I rested a few hours, but then we had to spend another night on the train, and I was worn out when we got here. Sister had engaged rooms for us at the Pine Top Inn, and they were terrible. I couldn't have stayed there. The furniture and the rugs were old and worn, and we were not on the front of the building. I couldn't eat the food, either.