"Oh, Jarvis, isn't it fun?" she cried to him. "Is it? I feel that turning salesman and approaching a manager is like marching to the block." "Poor old dreamer! Suppose you stay home, and let me peddle the play." "Not much. I will shoulder my own pack." "I feel like a Crusader myself. I'd rather be _me_ than anybody on earth." "The most extraordinary thing about you is your rapture," he commented, seriously. She ran away, singing "Then Longen folke to go on Pilgrimauges." The next day they set forth on their journey. Bambi left lists all over the house as reminders for the Professor. Ardelia had orders enough to manoeuvre an army. The Professor went to the station with them, and absent-mindedly kissed Jarvis good-bye, which infuriated his victim and nearly sent Bambi into hysterics. As the train pulled out, she leaned from the window and called, "Go home, now, Professor!" and with a mechanical jerk he turned and started off in the direction indicated. "I never leave him with any comfort," she admitted to Jarvis. "He is so apt to mislay himself." "He always makes me think of a mechanical toy, ever since he told me that he always counted whatever he did. I am sure that you wind him up, like a watch, every night." "Poor old dear! Funny I should have chosen him for a father, isn't it?" "I think your choice of relations is distinctly queer." "My queer relations! That's a good title. Everybody would understand it at once." "Thank heaven, I haven't any, queer, or otherwise." "Didn't you ever have any?" "No." "Just growed?" He nodded. "I remember a funny old man you lived with, when I first knew you. Wasn't he a relative?" "No, he found me some place. What's the difference? Do you care?" "No, I'm glad. I am sure I couldn't abide 'in-laws.'" Over the luncheon table he suddenly looked at her, as if for the first time. He noticed that all the eyes in the crowded diner were upon her. "What's the matter?" she asked, intercepting his glance. "Do people always stare at you?" he inquired. She swept the car with an indifferent glance. "I don't know. I never noticed." "It's queer for us to be going off like this," he said, in a startled tone. "It seems perfectly natural to me. Are you embarrassed?" she asked, suddenly aware of a new quality in him. "No, certainly not," he defended himself. It was five o'clock when they drew into Grand Central Station, a time when the whole duty of man seems to be to get out of New York and into the suburbs. An army of ants ran through the great blue-vaulted rotunda, streaming into the narrow tunnels, where the steel horses were puffing and steaming. The sense of rushing waters was upon Jarvis. He halted, stunned and helpless. "Isn't it great? All the tribes of Shem, Ham, and Japhet," cried Bambi, at his elbow. She piloted him through--big, powerful, bewildered Jarvis. Many a hurrying suburbanite slowed up enough to look after them, the tall, blond giant, and a little girl with shining eyes.