“Oh, are we there already?” Lucile exclaimed, regretfully, as the taxi stopped abruptly before the great white pile of the Hotel McAlpin. “The ride has seemed so short!” 71
“I wish you were going to stay in New York,” Jack whispered, as he helped her to alight. “We’d get my car and whiz all around this old city until you’d know it better than Burleigh.”
“Oh, if I only could!” she cried, her eyes alight with the very thought. “Wouldn’t it be fun?”
“You just bet it would,” he agreed, with a warmth that brought even a brighter color to her face.
An instant later they were joined by the others and they passed through the imposing entrance.
In the hotel office the girls drew close together, and Lucile said, in a voice scarcely above a whisper, “So this is New York!”
“Do you like it as much as you thought you would?” asked Phil, overhearing.
The girls turned wonder-filled eyes upon him.
“Oh, much more!” they chorused, with a vehemence that left no room for doubt.