“It was very careless of me to lose it, I confess. Still, I think you will have no trouble. But good-by, I must hurry out, or I shall be left.”
“Good-by. Let me see you soon.”
The gentleman got out, and the lady settled down into her seat, and looked about her. Finally her glance rested on her young companion. She was inclined to be social, and accordingly opened a conversation with Tom.
“Are you going to New York?” she inquired.
“Yes, ma’am.”
“I suppose you live there?”
“Yes.”
“I have never been there, and know nothing at all about the city.”
“It’s a big place,” remarked Tom.
“Yes, I suppose so. I have always lived in the country, and I am afraid I shan’t feel at home there. But my sister, who is boarding with a Mrs. Thurston, who keeps a large boarding-house on West Twenty-Fifth Street, has invited me to come up and spend a few weeks, and so I have got started.”