“Merciful goodness! Here am I—my first call, and staying all day!” she laughed.
“It’s not late, Mrs. Evans. We were only going to look up a first-class shop where Polly can buy a few things,” replied Anne.
“Perhaps I can be of service in recommending a place?”
Several shops of quality were spoken of, and as these were located on Fifth avenue, not far from Forty-second street, everyone felt relieved. It would not take much time to do this necessary shopping, but Mrs. Stewart preferred to remain at the hotel.
Mrs. Evans said good-by and the three young folks walked to Fifth avenue. It was about four o’clock and the avenue presented an endless stream of automobiles—one line going down, and the other line going uptown. The crowds of people hurrying to and fro made Polly tremble.
“For goodness’ sake, Anne, where do all these folks come from, and where are they rushing to?”
Anne and Eleanor laughed.
“Well! If this is your wonderful Fifth avenue, I don’t think much of it,” declared Polly, a few moments later.
“Why—it’s simply great!” exclaimed Eleanor, having a far different view-point of the city.
“Great! Why, just look how narrow the street is? Main street, in Oak Creek, is twice as wide. And Denver has nicer streets than this famous alley you hear so much about,” scorned Polly.