"How do you do ?" she stammered.
"We didn't know you were aboard," said Mrs.Waterbury, a silly, duck-legged woman looking proudly uncomfortable in her bead-trimmed black silk.
"Yes--I'm--I'm here," confessed Susan.
"Going to the city to visit ?" "Yes," said Susan.

She hesitated, then repeated, "Yes." "What elegant breakfasts they do serve on these boats! I suppose your friends'll meet you.

But Mort and I'll look after you till they come." "Oh, it isn't necessary," protested Susan.

The steamer was passing under the bridge.

There were cities on both shores--huge masses of dingy brick, streets filled with motion of every kind--always motion, incessant motion, and change.