A stranger is bound to go wrong.

I'll tell you what you do, ma'am: you go straight to Mrs.Lovell White, she that bosses the women's clubs, you know, ma'am.
You tell her about them streets, and she'll have 'em changed." The conductor's simple faith in the Women's Club of San Francisco did not lack justification.

In the intervals of studying Browning and antique art, the club found time to discover to San Francisco all sorts of things that the city wanted and needed without knowing that it did.
"We ought to have a flower market," pronounced the club.
"Nonsense," said the City Council.

"Besides, where is the money to come from ?" "We'll establish the flower market and show you," returned the club.
They did.

They found a centrally located square, the place where people would be likely to go for an early morning sale of potted plants and cut flowers.