“You don't know much about her, then?”
“Yes; I know where she lives.”
“Where?”
“On Lexington Avenue.”
“Whereabouts?”
“Between Twenty-ninth and Thirtieth Streets. Would you like to see her house?”
“Yes,” answered Phil, who saw that Mr. Wilbur wished him so to answer.
“Then come out. We might see her.”
The two boys—for Mr. Wilbur, though he considered himself a young man of large experience, was really scarcely more than a boy—bent their steps to Lexington Avenue, and walked in a northerly direction.
They had reached Twenty-eighth Street, when the door of house farther up on the avenue was opened and a lady came out.