She had heard of the Hudson River, the great city of New York, and now she looked out, filling her mind with the wonder of it.
As the train turned east at Spuyten Duyvil and followed the east bank of the Harlem River, Hurstwood nervously called her attention to the fact that they were on the edge of the city.

After her experience with Chicago, she expected long lines of cars--a great highway of tracks--and noted the difference.

The sight of a few boats in the Harlem and more in the East River tickled her young heart.

It was the first sign of the great sea.

Next came a plain street with five-story brick flats, and then the train plunged into the tunnel.
"Grand Central Station!" called the trainman, as, after a few minutes of darkness and smoke, daylight reappeared.