"Are you waiting for some one?" she asked.
"No," I answered.
"A stranger?" was her next question.
"Yes."
"Just come to Chicago?"
"Yes. I just arrived."
"Ah, you have friends or relatives here?"
I told her I did not know any one in Chicago. What was I doing here, then, she asked me, and I replied that I expected to work. She asked at what, and I replied:
"As a journalist."
That brought a rather surprised smile. Then she wanted to know if I had arranged for a room somewhere, and I told her that that was just what I was sitting there thinking about—wondering where I ought to go.