"Here's a taxi, right here. Jump in. Where are your checks?" he bundled them in and handed the checks to the driver.
"This is a crowded street, Mother, and awful loud!" said Spencer, his nose against the glass.
"I like the big station better," said Marian, adjusting herself with interest on the little folding seat. "Why can't we get out there?"
"This is nearer home, dear."
Daddy sat next to Mother, and the taxi rattled off, spurting slimy mud.
"Hard trip, old girl?" Charles put his arm around Catherine's shoulders.
"Fair." Catherine shone at him softly. "Sort of a job, putting the family to bed on a sleeper. But it's over."
"An awful homely street," muttered Spencer, his face doleful.
"It's got lots of things in it," said Marian, wiggling down from her seat, and thrusting her face against the door. "See the folks and the stores and the street cars."
"It's dirty." Spencer turned from the window and looked darkly at Catherine. "I want to be back home," he said.