he gets his dinner somewhere, and goes to a show himself, I
suppose!" Mrs. Fielding said. Nancy made no answer, but when she
and Bert were next held on a Fifth Avenue crossing, she spoke of
it again. Hundreds of men and women younger than Nancy and Bert
were sitting in that river of motor-cars--how easily for granted
they seemed to feel them!

"Just as I am beginning to take my lovely husband and children,
and my beautiful home for granted," Nancy said sensibly, giving
herself a little shake. "We have too much now, and here I am
wondering what it would be like to have a motor-car!"

And the next day she spoke carelessly at the club of the smaller
bathhouses.

"This is a wonderful bath house of yours, Mrs. Ingram; but aren't
there smaller ones?"

Mrs. Ingram, a distinguished-looking, plain woman of forty, with
the pleasantest smile in the world, turned quickly from the big
dressing room she had just engaged, and was inspecting.

"Yes, there are, Mrs. Bradley, they're in that little green row,
right against the wall of the garages. We had to have them, you
know, for the children, and a bachelor or two, who couldn't use a
big one, and then of course the maids love to go in, in the
mornings--my boys used one until last year, preferred it!"

And she smiled at the two tall boys in crumpled linen, who were
testing the pegs and investigating the advantages of the room.