"Where are we going?" Jarvis asked, with child-like confidence that she would know. [Illustration: "GOOD EVENING, MRS. NEW YORK, AND ALL YOU PEOPLE OUT THERE! WE'RE HERE, JARVIS AND I."] "Gramercy Park. We'll put up at a club. We'll act rich and take a taxi." She ordered the driver to go down the avenue slowly, and as he jolted around the crowded corner of Forty-second Street, on to the smooth asphalt, Bambi leaned forward eagerly. "Good evening, home of the books," she nodded to the Library. "Good evening, Mrs. New York, and all you people there! We're here, Jarvis and I." She turned and caught his rare smile. "You're happy, aren't you?" he remarked. "Perfectly. I feel as if I were breathing electricity. Don't you like all these people?" "No, I feel that there are too many of them. There should be half as many, and better done. Until we learn not to breed like rabbits, we will never accomplish a creditable race." "Such good-looking rabbits though, Jarvis." "Yes. Sleek and empty-headed." "All hopping uptown, to nibble something," she chuckled. "Life is such foolishness," he said, in disgust. "Oh, no. Life is such ecstasy," she threw back at him, as the cab drew up to the clubhouse door. V Bambi was out of bed and at her window the next morning early. Her room faced on Gramercy Park, and the early morning sun fell across the little square so sacred to the memory of past glories, and bathed the trees in their new green drapery with a soft, impressionistic colour. Her eyes swept around the square, hastening over the great white apartment buildings, our modern atrocities, to linger over the old houses, which her swift imagination peopled with the fashion and pomp of another day. "Spring in the city!" breathed Bambi. "Spring in New York!" She was tempted to run to Jarvis's door and tap him awake, to drink it in too, but she remembered that Jarvis did not care for the flesh-pots, so she enjoyed her early hour alone. It was very quiet in the Park; only an occasional milk wagon rattled down the street. There is a sort of hush that comes at that hour, even in New York. The early traffic is out of the way. The day's work is not yet begun. There comes a pause before the opening gun is fired in the warfare of the day.