She seemed not to be able to get air into her lungs.
"Isn't it dreadfully hot ?" she asked.
"This is a cool spell to what we had last week," replied Eleanor.
"Cool!" exclaimed Carley, as she wiped her moist face.

"I wonder if you Easterners know the real significance of words." Then they entered a taxi, to be whisked away apparently through a labyrinthine maze of cars and streets, where pedestrians had to run and jump for their lives.

A congestion of traffic at Fifth Avenue and Forty-second Street halted their taxi for a few moments, and here in the thick of it Carley had full assurance that she was back in the metropolis.

Her sore heart eased somewhat at sight of the streams of people passing to and fro.

How they rushed! Where were they going?
What was their story?
And all the while her aunt held her hand, and Beatrice and Eleanor talked as fast as their tongues could wag.