“I love the place,” exclaimed Laura. “I think it’s as pretty a house as I have seen in Chicago.”

“Well, it isn’t so spick and span,” commented Page. “It gives you the idea that we’re not new-rich and showy and all.”

But Aunt Wess’ was not yet satisfied.

“ You may see, Laura,” she remarked, “how you are going to heat all that house with that one furnace, but I declare I don’t.”

Their car, or rather their train of cars, coupled together in threes, in Chicago style, came, and Landry escorted them down town. All the way Laura could not refrain from looking out of the windows, absorbed in the contemplation of the life and aspects of the streets.

“You will give yourself away,” said Page. “Everybody will know you’re from the country.”