Mary stopped too.

Not that she was interested in hats, but because she felt a sense of protection in their company.
"No, mamma," one of the girls was saying, "I'm _sure_ we'll find something at Wanamaker's that will suit us better, and it's only a few blocks farther.

Let's go there." Wanamaker's had a familiar sound to Mary.

The place where she had lunched only two days before would seem like home after these bewildering stranger-filled streets.

So when the bargain-hunting trio started in that direction, she followed in their wake.