Aunt Kate ain't so particular--leastways, not in summer when things is slow.

And I know you're quiet." By the time the soda was finished, the young man--who said his name was Robert Wylie--had written on the back of Ellison's business card in a Spencerian hand: "Mrs.Kate Wylie, 347 West Sixth Street." He explained that Susan was to walk up two squares and take the car going west; the conductor would let her off at the right place.

"You'd better leave your things here," said Mr.Wylie, holding up the card so that they could admire his penmanship together.

"You may not hit it off with Aunt Kate.
Don't think you've got to stay there just because of me." "I'm sure I'll like it," Susan declared confidently.

Her spirits were high; she felt that she was in a strong run of luck.
Wylie lifted her package over the counter and went to the door with her to point out the direction.