"Then," said Rachel, "we will get along very well.... What do you want to do anyhow?"
"I want to feel around for a while. And I'd like to be shown how to go and how to manage, just at first. But after that I hope you won't mind if I just wander about by myself." She lifted her long arms above her head in a gesture, harassed and restless. "I think there are people to whom solitude means as much as food or sleep."
"Do you want me to get up and say good-night?" asked Rachel promptly.
Hagar gave a warm little laugh. "Not yet awhile. I'm not that greedy and sleepy. I strive to be temperate.... What I want to see first are pictures. I have never seen any—barring those at home and at Eglantine."
"Well, we can go to the Metropolitan to-morrow."
"I should like that. Then I want to hear music. I have never heard any to count."
"There'll be concerts and the opera later. The opera is, of course, very expensive, but I understand that your father wants you to do pretty well what you wish. If you don't mind being high up, we can do a good deal of it reasonably."
"Then let us go high up."
"At the moment there aren't even concerts. We might find an organ recital, and on Sundays there is music in the park."
"Day after to-morrow is Sunday. I'll go and hear that. Then I want to go to the theatre."