THE Hotel Ark was a comfortable sort of a place, not very up-to-date, but with enough conveniences to make the traveler perfectly at home. He felt even more so after meeting the proprietor's wife, Mrs. Noah, a motherly-looking woman, with kind blue eyes and red cheeks.
"Come right in," she said as Puss, Junior, and Tom Thumb, both wet to the skin, rapped on the door.
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