"Mrs. Hardwick says not till to-morrow."
"Come, Ida," said the nurse, sharply. "I can't have you stopping all day to talk. We must hurry along."
"Good-by, Charlie," said Ida. "If you see Jack, just tell him you saw me."
"Yes, I will," was the reply.
"I wonder who that woman is with Ida?" thought the boy. "I don't like her looks much. I wonder if she's any relation of Mr. Harding. She looks about as pleasant as Aunt Rachel."
The last-mentioned lady would hardly have felt flattered at the comparison.
Ida looked about her with curiosity. There was a novel sensation in being in a new place, particularly a city of which she had heard so much as Philadelphia. As far back as she could remember, she had never left New York, except for a brief excursion to Hoboken; and one Fourth of July was made memorable by a trip to Staten Island, under the guardianship of Jack.
They entered a horse car just outside the depot, and rode probably a mile.
"We get out here," said the nurse. "Take care, or you'll get run over. Now turn down here."
They entered a narrow and dirty street, with unsightly houses on each side.