"Let us go back. We've seen everything there is to see in this part of the town, and perhaps I shall have time for a letter or two before dinner."
"I'll go with you," responded Amy. "I have some packing to do."
"Packing?"
"Oh, just to rearrange some of my things."
"Very well," said Mrs. Redmond. "Priscilla and I will wait until this sketch is finished, and then we'll return by the electric car."
"Any one would know that you and your mother are from Boston," said Martine, turning to Amy with a laugh. "I have heard my father say that Bostonians are the only people in the world who take the trouble to say 'electric cars.'"
"What do others say?"
"Why, trolley, of course. They'd laugh at you if you said anything else in Chicago."
"You're pretty rapid in Chicago."
"And you are rather—well, rather slow in Boston."