Would Laura's young man be willing to usher?
More like him to _tango_ down the aisle! He reached Washington Square feeling tired but even more restless than before.

He climbed to the top of a motor 'bus, and on the lurching ride uptown he darkly reflected that times had changed.

He thought of the Avenue he had known, with its long lines of hansom cabs, its dashing broughams and coupes with jingling harness, livened footmen, everything sprucely up-to-date.

How the horses had added to the town.

But they were gone, and in their place were these great cats, these purring motors, sliding softly by the 'bus.