CHAPTER XXX
On the Continent
left London at 8 A.M. Spent all the previous day
packing, till midnight. Got Sue, Julie, Clara and Jean
started down, at last. No lift boy, no derk to take the
money (Crescent Hotel). Nobody on deck but second
hall porter. No cabs; said they should have been engaged
the day before.
To Rochester in 45 minutes; to Queensborough within
the hour. Left at 9:30 in the little steamer. Pretty indif-
ferent food but not expensive. Arrived Flushing 5 P.M.
Grand Hotel des Bains—good and very cheap. Very quiet
and cool; good bathing-beach. Orchestra of young women
in white. Good music. Dutch women with good faces;
plump; peasant dress.
On the Continent you can't get a rare beefsteak—every-
thing is as overdone as a martyr.
We asked for the Zeeland Hotel, Flushing. The porter
said in English—"It is not made" (built).
Railroad station made of tiles—brilliant, polished,
strong colors; vividly readable map of tile—beautiful and
good sense.
These villains cart you to the station nearly two hours
before train time.
A very jolty road till we passed the German border,
then smooth. It cost six of us #5 a day at Flushing.
You climb two flights of wide steps. Queer little church
surmounted by a couple of very tall and exceedingly sharp
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