sir."

Visions of a lunch as he knew it in Emily's pantry came to him, and he
looked a little dubious.

"Well, I'm pretty hungry; but if that's all I can get I suppose it will
have to do."

Ten minutes later an officious head waiter, whom Emily looked upon with
timid awe, was seating them in a superbly appointed dining-room. Reuben
looked at the menu doubtfully, while an attentive, soft-voiced man at
his elbow bent low to catch his order. Few of the strange-looking words
conveyed any sort of meaning to the poor hungry man. At length spying
"chicken" halfway down the card, he pointed to it in relief.

"I guess I'll take some of that," he said, briefly; then he added, "I
don't know how much it costs--you hain't got no price after it."

The waiter comprehended at once.

"The luncheon is served in courses, sir; you pay for the whole--whether
you eat it or not," he added shrewdly. "If you will let me serve you
according to my judgment, sir, I think I can please you."

And there the forlorn little couple sat, amazed and hungry, through six
courses, each one of which seemed to their uneducated palate one degree
worse than the last.

Two hours later they started for a long walk down the wonderful,
fascinating street. Each marvelous window display came in for its full