He wished not to anticipate his welcome, and he determined to report himself to Gordon first and to come back with his luggage later in the day.

After purifying himself of his sea-stains, he left his hotel and walked up the Fifth Avenue with all a newly-landed voyager's enjoyment of terrestrial locomotion.

It was a charming autumn day; there was a golden haze in the air; he supposed it was the Indian summer.

The broad sidewalk of the Fifth Avenue was scattered over with dry leaves--crimson and orange and amber.

He tossed them with his stick as he passed; they rustled and murmured with the motion, and it reminded him of the way he used to kick them in front of him over these same pavements in his riotous infancy.