She was completely carried away.

The city! So, this was the city! And her dreams of travel, of new sights, new faces, were beginning to come true.

She forgot herself, forgot what she had left behind, forgot what she was to face.

All her power of thought and feeling was used up in absorbing these unfolding wonders.
And when the June sun suddenly pierced the heavy clouds of fog and smoke, she clasped her hands and gasped, "Lovely! Oh, how lovely!" And now the steamer was at the huge wharf-boat, in shape like the one at Sutherland, but in comparative size like the real Noah's Ark beside a toy ark.

And from the whole tremendous scene rose an enormous clamor, the stentorian voice of the city.