"It seems to me that I have a remembrance of large towns in some previous stage of existence, somewhere in the universe," sighed Holmes ecstatically. "But this town is bigger, noisier, fuller of life and fun than anything I can recall."
"We have until midnight before the home train leaves," pursued Dick.
"Home! Now, that is something of which I have a much keener recollection!" cried Greg, his eyes moistening. "Dick, I'm afraid that, if there were a train earlier than midnight, even the big town wouldn't detain me."
"But there isn't an earlier train, Greg, and there are no taps or sub-division inspectors tonight. What shall we do?"
"First of all, then," proposed Greg gleefully, "let us see if there is a place in New York where they know the meaning of the big feed."
"And then the theater!" chuckled Dick.
"Which we'll reach in one of those wonderful vehicles that the natives call taxicabs!"
They found a place without difficulty.
"Then to walk along Broadway with its flashing lights; then the railway station!"
"The train!"