"I declare, I believe I am lost!" she said at last, with a feeling of amused dismay. "I must be more careful to notice where I am going next time. Oh, there is one of those men in uniform, that Uncle Henry said were policemen. He will be able to tell me if I'm going right."
She quickened her steps, and approaching the officer, inquired politely:
"Will you please tell me if this is the way to the entrance?"
"Which entrance?" inquired the policeman, regarding her curiously.
"I don't know," said Marjorie; "the entrance I came in—are there more than one?"
"A good many more; which avenue do you want?"
Marjorie's heart was beginning to beat rather fast. For the moment she could not remember; even the name of the hotel—which she had only heard once or twice—had escaped her recollection.
"I have forgotten the name of the street," she said helplessly, "but it's the entrance opposite the big hotel."
The policeman looked uncertain, but at that moment a young man riding a bicycle appeared upon the scene, at sight of whom Marjorie's face brightened, and she uttered a little gasp of relief.
"That young gentleman knows," she exclaimed joyfully, and, quite forgetful of her aunt's snub of the evening before, she darted forward, and hailed the youth on the bicycle quite as if she had been an old friend.