"How it's loaded! What if the rope should break!"
It stopped to let a man out, and started and stopped again and again, but it seemed only a few long, breathless moments before the man in charge of it said; "Seventh, sir!"
The moment Jack was in his room he exclaimed:
"Isn't this grand, though? It's only about twice as big as that stateroom on the steamboat. I can feel at home here."
It was a pleasant little room, and Jack began at once to make ready for breakfast.
He was brushing his hair when he went to the window, and as he looked out he actually dropped the brush in his surprise.
"Where's my guide-book?" he said. "I know where I am, though. That must be the East River. Away off there is Long Island. Looks as if it was all city. Maybe that is Brooklyn,—I don't know. Isn't this a high house? I can look down on all the other roofs. Jingo!"
He hurried through his toilet, meanwhile taking swift glances out of the window. When he went out to the elevator, he said to himself:
"I'll go down by the stairs some day, just to see how it seems. A storm would whistle like anything, round the top of this building!"
When he got down, Mr. Guilderaufenberg was waiting for him, and the party of ladies went in to breakfast, in a restaurant which occupied nearly all of the lower floor of the hotel.