“Well, tell her then.”
“But I know she’ll worry. She told me, you see, I’d get lost,—and I did. I don’t see how it happened!”
“I do. You got the wrong house. That’s certain. Maybe the wrong number or street—oh, say, didn’t you want East Ninety-fifth?”
“Why I don’t know! Maybe I did! I always forget that East or West matters!”
“Oh, you little goose! Why did they let you out alone?”
“They said I oughtn’t to come alone,—but I begged so hard.”
“Well, that’s it. You wanted East and you got West.”
“Can’t I go over East now?”
“Gracious, no! It’s across the Park!”
“No; I can’t cross the Park. The horse tried, and had to come out.”