She could see across and down into the well of the Grand Central Terminal. On its front was some enormous winged figure facing down the street. She did not know who it was or what street it was. She did not know any of the streets by name, but she wanted to. She had a passionate longing for streets. Farther south or north, east or west, or whichever way it was, was a tall building with glowing bulbs looped like the strings of evergreen she had helped to drape the home church with at Christmas-time. Here it was Christmas every day--all holidays in one. Down in the ravine a little in front of her she could read the sign ATHENS HOTEL. She had heard of Athens. It was the capital of some place in her geography. She who had so much of Grecian in her soul was not quite sure of Athens! In one of the opposite office buildings people were working late. The curtains were drawn, but the casements were filled with light, a honey-colored light. The buildings were like great honeycombs; the dark windows were like the cells that had no honey in them. Light and life were honey. Kedzie wondered what folks they were behind those curtains--who they were, and what were they up to. She bet it was something interesting. She wished she knew them. She wished she knew a whole lot of city people. But she didn't know a soul. It was all too glorious to believe. She was in New York! imparadised in New York! “Kedzie! Ked-zee-ee!” “Yes, momma.” “Are you in bed?” “Yes, momma.” She tried to give her voice a faraway, sleepy sound, for fear that her mother might open the door to be sure. She crept into bed. The lights burned her weary eyes. She could not reach them to put them out. By the head of her bed was a little toy lamp. A chain hung from it. She tugged at the chain--pouff! Out went the light. She tugged at the chain. On went the light. A magical chain, that! It put the light on and off, both. Kedzie could find no chains to pull the ceiling lights out with. She let them burn. Kedzie covered her head and yet could not sleep. She sat up quickly. Was that music she heard? Somebody was giving a party, maybe. She got up and out again and ran barefoot to the hall door, opened it an inch, and peeked through. She saw a man and two ladies swishing along the hall to the elevator. They were not sleepy at all, and the ladies were dressed--whew! skirts short and no sleeves whatever. They really were going to a party. Kedzie closed the door and drooped back to bed--an awful place to go when all the rest of the world was just starting out to parties. She flopped and gasped in her bed like a fish ashore. Then a gorgeous whim came to her. She would dive into her element. Light and fun were her element. She came out of bed like a watch-spring leaping from a case. She tiptoed to the parental door--heard nothing but the rumor of slumber. She began to dress. She put on her extra-good dress.