Yes, this is a plain sack-coat city.
He was fussing with a handkerchief. I said, laughing: “Never mind, Uncle! I am sure the men don’t carry it here, since the women never carry a purse in their hand.”
Isn’t it awful that one (even a stranger) ought to know everything in Chicago? A slight question to the street people would be condemned as a nuisance.
Even the policeman shows no chivalry.
I was sorry that the colour of his suit was bitterly faded.
Isn’t Chicago rich enough to furnish a new one?
I suppose many dogs must be hanging around here, because the policeman arms himself with a piece of wood for chasing them off.
I should like to know if there is any blacker house than the City Hall.
It will be a matter of a short time before the Chicago River turns to ink.
Then we went to observe the Lake of Michigan from Lincoln Park.