This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1920 edition. Excerpt: ... I Look round you and come to earth! You are born and bred on Manhattan, yet you've never seen New York. You walk round and poke in wherever your fancy leads you, just like a kid in his own back yard, but everything is apparently so familiar that you just don't see it." "I guess you're right," said Bobby thoughtfully. "It never occurred to me to look at New York any more than to pick over my own ash-barrel. I've often been tempted by the ash-barrel next door, but --your own-- Look here, Madge: why should I try to see New York, and why should we be talking ash-cans when I've got you to look at in one of the most bewitching and abbreviated bits of dressgoods that ever revealed a completely adorable person? Tell me that." "Well," said Madge, her face hardening, "I will. It's a long story, not in words but in generations. The Van Telliers have lived in East Ninth Street since the year one of the island. That is, they used to live here; now they hardly exist. They are merely an assorted lot of animated corpses that crawl out of their tomb periodically to take a strange air, leaning on a rotten stave called the 'Old Order.'" She flashed at him a look considerably older than her twenty-four years. "The Old Order bores me to distraction," she went on. "I'm not blind, and I'm too young to play the role of revenant and smack my lips over it. Listen to this, Bobby: the new New York is a fever, and I've caught it. I want a rainy-day car, a calling-car, and a touring car; I want dresses that will stab with envy the heart of every woman that looks at them; I want my jewels to run to size and quality, and I want a yacht just for the papers to talk about, because I hate to ride in the smelly things." Bobby's eyes had grown rounder and wider as the list...