"What have you been doing all this time?" Jim asked impatiently.
"Well—there was the house to get to rights. And we had to have some new clothes made. A girl laughed at me one day and said I looked queer."
"If I'd been there I'd punched her head. Yes—I see you're mighty fine. Would I look queer?"
"Oh, boys always look alike," returned Hanny reflectively. "We had a beautiful walk one Sunday on the Battery, and I think," hesitatingly, "that all the boys had on roundabouts."
"Are you sure they didn't have on overcoats?"
"Don't plague her, Jim. Tell us about the Battery, Hanny."
Hanny could describe that quite vividly. Jim soon became interested. When she paused he said, "What else?" She told them of her ride up to Harlem, and a walk down the Bowery to Chatham Square.
"But there ain't any real bowers in it any more, only stores and such things."
"What a pity," commented Benny Frank.
"Well, I think I'd like to go as soon as mammy can get ready. It isn't as much fun here without you all."