The rest of the evening was prosaic enough, and quiet, since Elias had come to fetch Clara and take her out to dinner in the Hotel San Francisco’s dining room.
“Just like being in New York!” Clara had exclaimed, eyes dancing. Apparently, she’d forgotten all about her quarrel with Danica, or at least had put it aside now that she had something far more interesting — namely, Elias Hansen — to occupy her thoughts.
Danica somehow doubted that the local hotel’s dining room could compete with the Waldorf, but she didn’t argue. It was good that Clara was going out on an actual date, even if it did make dinner at the boarding house that night a somewhat subdued affair.
“I thought I’d go walking up on Thorpe Hill tomorrow afternoon,” Danica announced as Mrs. Wilson set down the plate of fried ch
