come. They were young enough for that indiscretion, and when they sat down and began to realise how tired they were, they also began to realise a number of other things.
A little silence fell upon them. Ben's head began to droop slightly upon his shoulder, and John Holt's quick eye saw it.
"Have you had a good day?" he asked.
"Rob," said Meg, "when we sat in the Straw Parlour and talked about the City Beautiful, and the people who would come to it—when we thought we could never see it ourselves—did we ever dream that anybody—even if they were kings and queens—could have such a day?"
"Never," answered Robin—"never! We didn't know such a day was in the world."
"That's right," said John Holt. "I'm glad it's seemed as good as that. Now, where did you think of spending the night?"
Meg and Rob looked at each other. Since Rob had suggested to her in the morning a bold thought, they had had no time to discuss the matter, but now each one remembered the bold idea. Rob got up and came close to John Holt.
"This morning I thought of something," he said, "and once again this afternoon I thought of it. I
