The Little Warrior - Penn State University

that I had half a mind to buzz over. It’s a wheeze! I’ll
get on the next boat and charge over in the capacity of
a jolly old ambassador. Have her back in no time. Leave
it to me, old thing! This is where I come out strong!”
CHAPTER NINE
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1.
NEW YORK WELCOMED Jill, as she came out of the Pennsylvania
Station into Seventh Avenue, with a whirl of
powdered snow that touched her cheek like a kiss, the
cold, bracing kiss one would expect from this vivid
city. She stood at the station entrance, a tiny figure
beside the huge pillars, looking round her with eager
eyes. A wind was whipping down the avenue. The sky
was a clear, brilliant tent of the brightest blue. Energy
was in the air, and hopefulness. She wondered if Mr
Elmer Mariner ever came to New York. It was hard to
see how even his gloom would contrive to remain unaffected
by the exhilaration of the place.
Yes, New York looked good … good and exciting,
with all the taxi-cabs rattling in at the dark tunnel beside
her, with all the people hurrying in and hurrying
out, with all this medley of street-cars and sky-signs
and crushed snow and drays and horses and policemen,
and that vast hotel across the street, towering to