Chapter 11

"I wonder," he suggested presently, "if we couldn't get into step, somehow. Could you lengthen just a bit, while I shorten? Or can't it be done?" Trying to do it took up a full block, but they finally arrived at a possible medium in which neither was doing a too-exaggerated gait. The effort had made her smile a little. "This snow," said David suddenly, "is turning into a rain. We must have an umbrella. Wait a minute." Now of course there are no shops on Fifth Avenue above Fifty-ninth Street, and the two pedestrians…