Far away were indications of suburban towns, some big smokestacks towering high in the air.
Frequently there were two-story frame houses standing out in the open fields, without fence or trees, lone outposts of the approaching army of homes.
To the child, the genius with imagination, or the wholly untravelled, the approach to a great city for the first time is a wonderful thing.
Particularly if it be evening--that mystic period between the glare and gloom of the world when life is changing from one sphere or condition to another.

Ah, the promise of the night.

What does it not hold for the weary! What old illusion of hope is not here forever repeated! Says the soul of the toiler to itself, "I shall soon be free.

I shall be in the ways and the hosts of the merry.

The streets, the lamps, the lighted chamber set for dining, are for me.