He shook his head slowly.
Livingstone, however, was now equal to the emergency.

Besides, there was nothing else to do.

He turned to his companion.
"Where is it ?" he began boldly, but as he saw the look of surprise in the little girl's face he added, "I mean--exactly ?" "Why, right across from the grocer's with the parrot and the little white woolly dog." She spoke with astonishment that any one should not know so important a personage.

And Livingstone, too, was suddenly conscious of the importance of this information.

Clearly he had neglected certain valuable branches of knowledge.
Happily, the driver came to his rescue.
"Where is that, Miss ?" he asked.
"You go to the right and keep going to the right all the way," she said definitely.
Livingstone was in despair; but the driver appeared to understand now.
"You tell me when I go wrong," he said, and drove on.
He must have children at home, thought Livingstone to himself as the sleigh after a number of turns drew up in front of one of the very windows Livingstone had passed that evening on the back street.