"Again my congratulations."
"Thanks. It's a pretty fine exhibition, isn't it?"
"It is—the best you've made," replied Martin, joining in the laugh.
CHAPTER XXII
Jerry made the most careful plans for the transfer of his family to the new studio. He was like an eager little boy in his anxiety to have Jane see and approve the home he had chosen for them. It was a bright, late fall day, with sun and clear brisk air, when they started downtown, with the trained nurse in charge of baby.
"I feel as if the river had become my friend. I shall come up often and visit it," Jane said as they turned off Riverside Drive. "My! how many people there are and how they hurry," she added.
"Back in the world again, Jane. Are you sorry?"
"No. Glad. I feel like a dynamo, waiting to blow off."
After awhile they turned into Washington Mews and drew up before the stable, with its box trees and its window hedges, its quaint little windows, and brass door-rail.