Miss Chandler stopped an electric car near the library. To the amusement of the children, after running a few blocks down a wide street, the car dived underground. Cars in Boston seemed to have this habit.
When they came out of the subway they were in a different part of town, one which was crowded with people and had many large stores.
Miss Chandler took them into one of these stores and up in an elevator to where there was a restaurant with music playing.
First they washed their hands and smoothed their hair and then sat at a pretty round table with two pink asters in a vase.
In every direction were tables with people eating luncheon. The waitresses wore gray linen uniforms and white caps, and boys in white suits carried away trays of used dishes. The place was so large and strange that Dora was glad Miss Chandler was with them.
“What would you like for lunch?” Miss Chandler asked.
“Ice-cream, please,” said Lucy.
“Oh, yes!” said Dora. “I would like that best of anything, Aunt Margaret.”
“We will have ice-cream for dessert,” said Miss Chandler, “but we must eat something else first.”