Waterbury evening Democrat., 1908-11-20
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quired Mrs. Ess Kay, undismayed by fixed gaze from Sally, which appar- ently signided reproach. Tt wasn't very bad, and I've quite enjoyed myself" I replied, forgetting some tedious moments in the light of others not tedious and hoping that tho roses in my belt might pass unnoticed. Fortunately they did. otherwise l should have been in difficulty, for l should have hated to vulsarize the It, 1 tie episode by putting it into story form for Mrs. Ess Kay, and presum- ably roses have not been taught to grow wild on the New York docks, al- though they say Americans are so very | luxurious in their tastes one would hardly be surprised at anything.
 A beautiful electric carriage, bigger than brOugham. was waiting for us, and we left Louise. with butler or some other manservant out of livery, to wrestle with the luggage and bring 1t in cabs (which they called "hacks') up to Mrs. Ess Rays house in New York, where I knew she meant to stop for few days before going on to New po7s. ...- . .
 The minute we drove away from the docks I began to notice dozens of things which made me tremendously conscious that was in a foreign coun- try. One would think, as so many of these people were English, or. anyway | D~.% %teh Apoaraa nQ that their buildings and everything else would be enough like to remind, one of home. But each street we turned into showed me that this isn't at all true in New York There are bits like Paris-at least you think so on su- perficial glance-but nothing in the faintest degree like London.
 Something in the air. too, made mo feel excited, as it does in Paris. Spal, of electricity snapped in my veins. and l had presentiment of interesting things that must surely happen.
 I've always been very sensitive to smells. which can make me joyful or miserable, just as music does. Vic says I oughtnt to tell people this, as 1t signifies Pm still in close touch I with brute creation. But don't much mind if am, for so many animals are nicer than we are--dogs and horses, for instance; and then one has to ackn0wl- elge, whether one likes or not that a monkey is kind of poor relation. Each. place I've ever visited has It's own smell for me and even houses and people. l would know the smell of Battlemead Towers, if were taken there by winding ways, with my eyes bllndfolded. It's the smell of old oak and potpourri, and books and chintz, and autumn leaves and pine trees, mixed together. Mother smells like tea rose and Vic like wax doll. London has a rich. heavy scent, which makes you feel as if you had great deal of money and wanted to spend 1t, but not in hurry The smell of Paris makes you want to laugh and clap your hands and go to the theater. The smell of Rome makes you feel as If you wished to be very beautiful and move to the slow accompaniment of magnificent church organ, with the vox humana stop drawn out. But New York-the smell of New York! How shall describe the sensation 1t gave me, as Mrs. Ess Rays electric carriage smoothly spun me up towna The heavy feeling of homesickness which I had had on the ship for the last few days was gone, and instead I felt wild sense of collaboration, as If I'd come flashing home after a glori- ous run with the hounds and plunged into a cold bath with two bottles of eau de cologne poured into the water.
 It was amazingly hot, but the breeze gave hint of the sea, and every shop and house we passed seemed to keep spices stored away, for the breeze to blow over.
 Even the old fashioned houses. no higher than those in London. were as different from ours as possible, and Il was extraordinary to see people-nlcely dressed women and pretty girls-perch ed on the front steps under awnings without so much as pocket handker chief lawn between them and the street Persons of that class at homt would be far too shy to lounge abou and be stared ut not only by the neigh bors. but by twenty strangers min ute, yet here they sat on rugs ant read or did embroidery or swung baci and forth in chairs that rocked lik' cradles. paying no more attention t the passers than if they had been flies
 By and by We came out of the quie streets walled in with monotonou rows of red brick or brown ston' houses into scene of terror. It was 1 street, too. but what street! though that I'd grown accustomed to motor ing through traffic. for once Stan tool me in his car all the way from Battle mead to Pail Mall, where he stood ID
 very jolly luncheon at the Carlto
 hotel. but that experience was nothinI |, to this. I felt little jumpy with stal