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“Wow!” Benny said as the Aldens entered the lobby. It was decorated with thick carpeting, large comfortable chairs, and flowered wallpaper. And it was bustling1 with activity. There were people rushing out the door or into one of the elevators. Guests were checking in and out. Bellhops pushed large carts of luggage across the floor.
The children followed Grandfather to the reservations desk. “Hello, I’m James Alden,” Grandfather said to the young woman behind the counter. “I’ve reserved a suite2 of rooms for the next few days.”
“Welcome to the Plymouth,” the woman said, smiling. She pushed some buttons on the computer in front of her and looked at the screen. “Hmmm …” she said after a moment. “I see your name here, but someone’s cancelled your reservation.”
“That’s odd,” Grandfather said. “I certainly didn’t cancel it.”
“I wonder how this happened,” the woman said. “Well, Mr. Alden, I’ll see what we have available.”
“What seems to be the problem?” asked a man behind the counter. He had a friendly face and a mop of red hair.
“Mr. Parker, it seems that Mr. Alden’s reservation was cancelled by mistake,” the woman said.
“I’ll handle this,” said Mr. Parker with a sigh. Then, turning to Grandfather, he said, “I’m the assistant manager, Don Parker. I’m very sorry about this mix-up. I’m sure I can find rooms for you.” He looked at the computer. “Ah, here’s a lovely suite on the fifth floor,” he said. “With a view of the park.”
“That sounds perfect,” Grandfather said.
Just then an attractive woman with light brown hair came out of an office on the left. “James Henry Alden!” she exclaimed, walking over to greet Grandfather. “It’s been a long time since your last visit!”
“It certainly has, Ms. Ames,” Grandfather said with a hearty3 smile. “It’s good to see you again. I didn’t know if you were still working here.”
“Sure am! And I’ve been promoted to manager,” Joan Ames explained. “I see you’ve met my assistant manager, Don Parker.”
“Yes, he was just helping4 us out of a little mix-up,” Grandfather said.
“Really?” Ms. Ames asked. “What?”
“Oh, it’s nothing to worry about,” Don Parker said with a pleasant smile. “I’ve taken care of it.”
“Let me introduce my grandchildren. This is Henry, Jessie, Violet, and Benny.” Mr. Alden motioned to each of them in turn. “Ms. Ames takes good care of me whenever I’m in town,” he explained to the children.
“Your grandfather is one of our favorite guests,” Joan Ames told them. “I’m so glad that he brought all of you with him this time.”
“We’ve never been to New York City before,” Jessie said.
“Well, then, you’ve got a lot of things to see here,” Ms. Ames replied.
“Do you think we’ll find a mystery?” asked Benny. “We’re good at solving mysteries.”
“I’m afraid there are no mysteries here!” Don Parker said with a chuckle5.
“Well, I’ve got to run, but if you need anything at all during your stay, please let me or Mr. Parker know,” Ms. Ames said.
“Thank you,” Grandfather said, as the manager turned and headed back to her office.
Grandfather filled out the check-in forms while the children looked around the bustling lobby, their eyes wide.
“Look at that man over there!” Violet whispered suddenly.
A man had just gotten off the elevator. He had silvery hair and a long pointed6 nose. He was wearing dark sunglasses, a hat pushed low over his face, and a tightly belted raincoat. He kept his head down and walked quickly across the lobby and out the front door as if he didn’t want to be seen.
“He certainly looked mysterious,” Henry said.
“I knew it,” Benny said happily. “A mystery to solve!”
The Alden children laughed.
When Grandfather had finished checking in, he turned to his grandchildren. “We can go up to our room now. A bellhop will bring up our luggage for us.”
“I’m sorry, Mr. Alden,” Don Parker said, his face flushed. “I can’t seem to locate the bellhops. They may be taking breaks. But if you’d like to leave your luggage, I’ll make sure someone brings it up to your room immediately.”
“That’s okay. We can carry our things,” Henry offered.
The children picked up their small suitcases, and Grandfather took his suitcase and garment bag. As they started toward the elevator, they could hear Mr. Parker muttering under his breath, “I wish Joan would have a word with those bellhops …”
Grandfather led the way to the elevator. After all the Aldens and their luggage were inside, he pushed a button marked “5.” “We’re in room 502,” he said.
“Look,” Benny said to Violet, pointing to the ceiling. “There’s a mirror up there!”
Violet looked up and waved at Benny in the mirror. Benny grinned and made a funny face back at her.
When the elevator reached the fifth floor, the doors opened to reveal a long, red-carpeted hallway.
“Rooms 500 to 510 are this way,” Benny said, reading the sign on the wall and pointing to the left.
“You read that very well,” Jessie told Benny.
The first door had number 510 on it. “It looks like we’re all the way at the end,” Grandfather said.
Midway down the hall, a man in a gray suit was talking to a hotel maid. Next to her was a large cart filled with cleaning supplies and fluffy7 towels. As they approached, the Aldens couldn’t help overhearing the couple’s conversation. “Why wasn’t my room made up?” the man was asking angrily.
“But it was made up,” the maid answered. “I did it this afternoon, just as I always do.”
“No, you didn’t,” the man replied. “Look — it’s a mess.”
As the man pushed the door to his room wide open, the children caught a glimpse inside. Sure enough, it was a mess. The two double beds were both unmade, the sheets and blankets lying in heaps on the floor. The wastebasket was overflowing8. There were crumpled9 towels on the dresser.
“It’s even messier than when I left this morning,” the man said angrily.
“That’s odd,” the maid said. She had a strange look on her face. “I’ll fix it up right away,” she assured the man, hurrying inside. “I’m very sorry!”
Down the hall, a door was open, and a dark-haired woman was poking10 her head out. She was obviously paying close attention to what was going on.
“Who’s she, I wonder,” Jessie whispered.
“She looks like a spy!” Violet whispered back.
The woman heard the children whispering, and saw that they were looking at her. Giving them an angry glare, she quickly pulled her door shut, slamming it behind her.
“Well,” Henry said. “What was that all about?”
Before anyone could answer, Benny ran to the end of the hall, and found the door to their suite. “502!” he called out.
The suite was just as beautiful as they’d hoped. It was bright and sunny, with large windows facing Central Park, the large, beautiful park in the center of the city. There was a small sitting area with a couch and two chairs grouped around a low table. To one side was a small kitchenette with a tiny refrigerator, stove, and sink. Off the sitting room were three bedrooms: a large one with a king-sized bed for Grandfather, and two smaller rooms, each with a pair of double beds for the children.
The Aldens stood at the windows, looking out at the view. The hotel was on a busy street, with cars rushing by and people hurrying down the sidewalks. Central Park spread out before them, filled with trees, whose branches were bare. Tall buildings surrounded the park. Along the side of the park was a line of old-fashioned horse-drawn carriages.
“Look! Horses!” cried Violet, who loved animals of all kinds.
“Would you like to go for a carriage ride later?” Grandfather asked.
“Yes!” the children shouted together.
“Let’s unpack11, and I’ll make some reservations,” Grandfather suggested. “Afterwards we’ll take our ride through the park.”
The children eagerly went to unpack their bags. Henry and Benny took one bedroom, and Jessie and Violet took the other. “Wow!” Benny said, bouncing up and down on his large bed, “this bed is much bigger than my bed back home!”
Meanwhile, Violet was putting her toothbrush and toothpaste on the counter in the bathroom.
“Oh, how wonderful!” she said, carrying a little basket of toiletries out of the bathroom. “Look at all these goodies.” Jessie and Violet poked12 through the basket, taking out each tiny bottle of shampoo and lotion13 and bar of soap. Each one was wrapped in pretty yellow paper with a label that said THE PLYMOUTH HOTEL.
“Look what I found!” Benny cried, walking into the girls’ room with a chocolate bar in his hand. “There’s a little refrigerator in the kitchen, and it’s filled with chocolates, and nuts, and juice, and soda14 — ”
“You’re not going to eat that before dinner, are you?” asked Grandfather, who had poked his head into the room. “I’ve made a reservation at one of my favorite restaurants.”
“Then let’s go!” said Benny, putting the chocolate bar down.
As the Aldens were leaving, they met a couple with a boy about Benny’s age standing15 outside room 501, next door. The man had a garment bag and a large suitcase in one hand, and with his other hand he was digging in his pocket for the room key.
“May I help you?” Grandfather asked.
“No, but thank you,” the man said, finding the key at last. “They couldn’t find a bellhop, so we had to carry all our things up ourselves.”
“Well, it looks like we’re going to be neighbors,” Grandfather said, putting out his hand. “James Alden.”
“Edward Grant. Pleased to meet you,” Mr. Grant responded, shaking Grandfather’s hand. Then he introduced his wife, Laura, and his son, Bobby. Mr. Alden introduced his grandchildren.
“We’ve just come in from Massachusetts. Where are you all from?” Grandfather asked.
“Chicago,” said Mrs. Grant. “But we used to live here. We thought it would be fun to come back and visit the Big Apple.”
“I wish I had a big apple right now. I’m hungry!” Benny chimed in, and everyone laughed.
“ ‘The Big Apple’ is a nickname for New York City, Benny,” Grandfather explained. “Well, we were just on our way to dinner, and I guess we’d better get going. I wouldn’t want my grandson to starve. Nice meeting you.”
“Enjoy your dinner,” Mr. Grant said.
“See you later,” Violet called out, as they headed down the hallway.
When they got to the elevator, Jessie turned to her grandfather. “We had to carry our own luggage, too. Isn’t it strange that they still haven’t found any bellhops?”
“Yes, it is,” Grandfather said. “This used to be a really first-class hotel. That sort of thing would never have happened.”
“Do you think something is wrong?” Jessie asked.
“Like what?” Henry said.
Jessie answered, “I don’t know. But where are all the bellhops, and why was our reservation cancelled?”
“I told you there would be a mystery,” Benny said.
Grandfather laughed. “I’m sure nothing is wrong. You children are always looking for mysteries.”
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bustling
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suite
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hearty
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| adj.热情友好的；衷心的；尽情的，纵情的 | |
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helping
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| n.食物的一份&adj.帮助人的，辅助的 | |
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chuckle
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pointed
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fluffy
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overflowing
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poking
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| n. 刺，戳，袋 vt. 拨开，刺，戳 vi. 戳，刺，捅，搜索，伸出，行动散慢 | |
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unpack
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poked
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lotion
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soda
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standing
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