So Matilda told him.
"Nothing else'll do, hey," said Norton. "Well,—hold on, till I get into my coat."
"Why, are you going?"
"Looks like it," said Norton. "Why Pink, you are not fit to be trusted in New York streets alone."
"I know where to go, Norton. But I am very glad you will go too."
"To take care of you," said Norton. "Why Pink, New York is a big trap; and you would find yourself at the wrong end of a puzzle before you knew it."
"I have only got two blocks more to go, Norton. I could hardly be puzzled. Here, we turn down here."
It was no church, nor near a church, the building before which the two paused. They went up a few steps and entered a little hare vestibule. The doors giving further entrance were closed; a boy stood there as if to guard them; and a placard with a few words on it was hung up on one of them. The words were these
"And the door was shut."
"What sort of a place is this?" said Norton.