"I don't like it a bit here," said Dorothy as a hideous old woman leered down at them.
"Neither do I," quavered Edna. "I think we'd better ask our way back to the church and start from there."
They accosted the first person they saw, who happened to be a young girl, but at their question she shook her head. "No unnystan," she replied.
The next one questioned nodded and began to jabber something in a foreign language, so it was the children's turn to say, "No unnystan." The next of whom they inquired the way spoke brokenly, but said he would put them on the right track, and under his guidance they managed to reach the church, and here they met a man in clerical dress who looked down at them with a smile. "Did you come to see the old church?" he asked. "I am going in, and perhaps you would like to come with me."
"We have been here once this morning," Dorothy told him, "but we have lost our friends and don't know which way to go."
"Where were they going?"
"Why, I don't know, I think to the subway."
"Oh, that is easy to find. I will call a policeman and he will take you along and show you." He looked up and down the street and finally saw a [164]policeman in the distance, and he was coming toward them.
"There he is," said the man. "Just wait till he comes up. I say, Mike," he called to the policeman, "just show these little girls the way to the subway, won't you? They have turned the wrong way and are out of their bearings." He smiled down on the children, lifted his hat and passed into the church, leaving the children with the policeman.
"Which way was you going?" asked the policeman pleasantly.