"Can you come round at once ?" she asked.

"It's about Tootles--urgent." And Martin answered, "Yes, now, at once." After all, then, there might be something to do.
VI Master of all the sky, the sun fell warmly on the city, making delicious shadows, gliding giant buildings, streaming across the park, chasing the endless traffic along the Avenue, and catching at points of color.

It was one of those splendid mornings of full-blown Tune, when even New York,--that paradox of cities,--had beauty.

It was too early in the year for the trees to have grown blowsy and the grass worn and burnt.

The humidity of midsummer was held back by the energy of a merry breeze which teased the flags and sent them spinning against the oriental blue of the spotless sky.
Martin walked to West Forty-sixth Street.