In which he was presently aided and abetted by Hazel, who
had never invaded Manhattan, nor, for that matter, any of the big
Atlantic cities. She had grown up in Granville, with but brief
journeys to near-by points. And Granville could scarcely be classed as
a metropolis. It numbered a trifle over three hundred thousand souls.
Bill had termed it "provincial." But it meant more to her than any
other place in the East, by virtue of old associations and more recent
acquaintance. One must have a pivotal point of such a sort, just as
one cannot forego the possession of a nationality.
New York, she was constrained to admit, rather overwhelmed her. She
traversed Broadway and other world-known arteries, and felt a trifle
dubious amid the unceasing crush. Bill piloted her to famous cafes,
and to equally famous theaters. She made sundry purchases in
magnificent shops. The huge conglomeration of sights and sounds made
an unforgettable impression upon her. She sensed keenly the colossal
magnitude of it all. But she felt a distinct wave of relief when they
were Granville bound once more.
In a week they were settled comfortably in a domicile of their
own--five rooms in an up-to-date apartment house.
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