They passed through Twenty-ninth Street, and boarded a Sixth Avenue car.
"You have never been to Central Park, I presume," said Wood.
"No, sir. I have only been about in the lower part of the city."
"We think Central Park a very pleasant place," said the young man, "though in some respects it is not equal to the London parks."
"I like parks. I like green grass and trees. I was born in the country."
When they reached Fifty-ninth Street they entered the park, and walked leisurely to the lake. Scott's eyes brightened, and his step grew more elastic.
"This is fine," he said. "How large is the park?"
"It is about two miles and a half to the extreme northern boundary. We won't try to see the whole. I will only show you the most attractive features. You will be surprised when I tell you that I haven't been in the park for two years."
"Yes, I am surprised."