again. Here was another man in another little box
room moving more levers and making this train stop and go. And Boris
could look right out in front and see the stations before he reached
them. He could see bridges before they tore under them; he could look
down and see the horses and the autos and the trucks. He smiled as he
saw how slowly they had to go while he was racing along above them.

So Boris was quite happy and sat very still and watched out of the
window. Suddenly he heard the conductor call "Fourteenth Street!" Now
that was one of the few English words that Boris knew for he lived on
14th Street. Now he was pleased for he knew he was near home. So he got
off the car, ran down the long, long steps and found himself on the
street. Down 14th Street he ran until he came to his house.

"Well," called his mother. "You've been gone a long time! What did you
see on the streets?"

Boris smiled. "I haven't been _on_ the streets much mother."

His mother was surprised. "Where have you been if you haven't been on
the streets?" she asked.

Boris laughed and laughed. "There were so many things on the streets, so
many autos and horses and trucks," he said, "that I couldn't go fast. So
I found a wonderful train _under_ the streets and I went out on that.
And I found a wonderful train _over_ the streets and I came home on
that!"

"Well, well," said his mother. "Trains under and trains over! Think of
that!" And Boris did think of them much. And when he was in bed that
night, he seemed to hear this little song about them:

"Now out on the streets
There everything meets
And they're all in a hurry to go.
But what can they do
For they can't get through
And all are so terribly slow?

"But under the street
Where nothing can meet
The subway goes rackety, klack!
It can dash and can race,
It can flash and can chase,
For there's nothing ahead on the track.

"And over the street
Where nothing can meet
Is a wonderful train indeed!
High up the stair
Way up in the air
It goes at remarkable speed."

BORIS WALKS EVERY WAY IN NEW YORK

PART 1

One morning when Boris was eating his breakfast, he suddenly thought of
the wide green country around his old home in Russia. I don't know what
made him think of it. He just did! "Mother," he said, "I want to see
some grass."

His mother smiled. "Want to go to the Pa