"Young ladies," interrupted Mr. Stuart, "do you feel equal to beginning your sight-seeing to-day?"
"We do," chorused the girls.
"I have so planned my affairs as to have this day free for you. Mr. A. Bubble also is at your disposal. He has had a thorough going over at the hands of his man this morning, and I think you will find him in fine condition."
"Olive Presby is coming to see you this morning, you know," reminded Miss Sallie.
Ruth's face clouded again. Bab's eyes glowed, for she wished to see Olive even more than to explore Chicago.
"We might call her up on the telephone and have her come over so she may go with us," suggested Mr. Stuart.
The girls seconded this proposal enthusiastically, and this was done without delay, Olive promising to come over as soon after breakfast as possible.
"I propose," announced Mr. Stuart, "to take you over to the Board of Trade on La Salle Street to show you the famous Pit."
"Is it a very big hole?" questioned Mollie innocently, whereat a merry laugh rippled all the way around the table.
"The Pit," explained Mr. Stuart, smilingly, "is the place where men buy and sell grain-stuffs. It's the same as stock speculation."