One was that sensation of flying, as they whirled through snowy parks and along Riverside drive, past historic places and world-famous buildings.

And the delightful sense of being considered and cared for, and entertained, quite as if she had been a grown lady of six and twenty instead of just a little school-girl, six and ten.
How different the streets looked! Not at all as they had that morning, when she wandered through them, bewildered and lost.

It was a gay holiday world, as she looked down on it from her seat beside Phil.

She wished that the drive could be prolonged indefinitely, but there was only time for the briefest spin before the hour for the matinee.

More than all, the programme brought back that bewitching moment when, keyed to the highest pitch of expectation by the entrancing music of the orchestra, the curtain went up, and the world of Peter Pan drew her into its magic spell.
It was a full day, so full that there was no opportunity until nearly bedtime to explain to the girls the cause of her morning disappearance.
It seemed fully a week since she had started out to find her lost shilling, and such a trivial affair now, obscured by all that had happened afterward.