That, too, she laid reverently within its wrapper.
Next came a bit of pasteboard whereon was inscribed, "Mrs.Merrill Wilton Bailey, Rittenhouse Square, Tuesdays." That she knew was her grandmother's name, though she had never seen the card before--her father's mother.

She looked at the card in wonder.

It was almost like a distant view of the lady in question.

What kind of a place might Rittenhouse Square be, and where was it?
There was no telling.

It might be near that wonderful Desert of Sahara that the man had talked about.