“Forty-second Street. We will go to Fifth Avenue, and then walk down to Thirty-fourth Street.”
“That is where Mr. Conrad lives, isn’t it?”
“Yes; it is one of the wide streets, like Fourteenth and Twenty-third, and this street.”
“There are some fine houses here.”
“I should think so. You live in Wyncombe, don’t you?”
“Yes; the houses are all of wood there.”
“I suppose so. Mr. Conrad tells me you are an artist,” said Rob, eying his new friend with curiosity.
“In a small way.”
“I should like to see some of your pictures.”
“I can show you one,” and Chester opened his copy of Puck and pointed to the sketch already referred to.