It was modern; it was progressive; yet there was the ancient lassitude of spring in the faint sunshine; and the women passing under the vivid green of the elms and maples moved with a flowing walk which one did not see in Fifth Avenue.

On the porches, too, groups were assembled in chairs after the Southern fashion, while children, in white frocks and gay sashes, accompanied by negro nurses wheeling perambulators, made a spring pageant in the parks.

Though the gardens had either disappeared or dwindled to mere emerald patches of grass, a few climbing roses, of modern varieties, lent brightness and fragrance to the solid, if undistinguished, architecture of the houses.
"That's the finest apartment house in the city!" exclaimed Charley, with enthusiasm.

"Looks pretty tall, doesn't it?
But it's nothing to the height of some of the buildings downtown.

As for changes--well, I hope Jane will take you on Broad Street to-morrow, and then you'll see what we're doing.