"You can't miss it. Good-by." And he lifted his hat--"tipped" it, rather--for he would not have wasted a full lift upon such a female. She gave a gasp of relief when he departed; then a gasp of terror--for upon the opposite corner stood the Waterburys. The globe-trotter and his wife were so dazed by the city that they did not see her, though in their helpless glancing round they looked straight at her. She hastily ran into a drug store on the corner. A young man in shirt sleeves held up by pink garters, and with oily black hair carefully parted and plastered, put down a pestle and mortar and came forward. He had kind brown eyes, but there was something wrong with the lower part of his face. Susan did not dare look to see what it was, lest he should think her unfeeling. He was behind the counter. Susan saw the soda fountain. As if by inspiration, she said, "Some chocolate soda, please." "Ice cream?" asked the young man in a peculiar voice, like that of one who has a harelip. "Please," said Susan. And then she saw the sign, "Ice Cream, ten cents," and wished she hadn't. The young man mixed the soda, put in a liberal helping of ice cream, set it before her with a spoon in it, rested the knuckles of his brown hairy hands on the counter and said: "It _is_ hot." "Yes, indeed," assented Susan. "I wonder where I could leave my bundle for a while. I'm a stranger and I want to look for a boarding house." "You might leave it here with me," said the young man. "That's about our biggest line of trade--that and postage stamps and telephone--_and_ the directory. "He laughed heartily. Susan did not see why; she did not like the sound, either, for the young man's deformity of lower jaw deformed his laughter as well as his speech. However, she smiled politely and ate and drank her soda slowly. "I'll be glad to take care of your bundle," the young man said presently. "Ever been here before?" "No," said Susan. "That is, not since I was about four years old." "I was four," said the young man, "when a horse stepped on my mouth in the street." "My, how dreadful!" exclaimed Susan. "You can see some of the scar yet," the young man assured her, and he pointed to his curiously sunken mouth. "The doctors said it was the most remarkable case of the kind on record," continued he proudly. "That was what led me into the medical line. You don't seem to have your boarding house picked." "I was going to look in the papers." "That's dangerous--especially for a young lady. Some of them boarding houses--well, they're no better'n they ought to be." "I don't suppose you know of any?" "My aunt keeps one. And she's got a vacancy, it being summer." "I'm afraid it'd be too expensive for me," said Susan, to feel her way. The young man was much flattered. But he said, "Oh, it ain't so toppy. I think you could make a deal with her for five per." Susan looked inquiring. "Five a week--room and board."