p his abode dutifully in his aunt's half of a floor in
Avenue C, where the family compressed themselves into more than their
usual density to give him a very small room to himself. His Aunt Hannah
did her best to make him comfortable, preparing for him the first day a
clam chowder, which delicacy Charley, being an inlander, could not eat.
His cup of green tea she took pains to serve to him hot from the stove
at his elbow. But he won the affection of the children with little
presents, and made his aunt happy by letting her take him to see Central
Park and the animals.

As seen in the narrow apartment of his Aunt Hannah Martin, life in the
metropolis appeared vastly more pinched and sordid than it did in the
cottages at Cappadocia. How the family contrived to endure living in
relations so constant and intimate with the cooking stove and the
feather beds Charley could not understand. But the spectacle of the
streets brought to him notions of a life greatly broader and more
cultivated and inconceivably more luxurious than the best in Cappadocia.

The third day after his arrival he called at the Bank of Manhadoes, in
which the greater part of his uncle's savings had been invested, to make
the acquaintance of the officers in control, and to have transferred to
his own name the shares which his brother had hypothecated. He was very
cordially received by Farnsworth, the cashier, who took him into the
inner office and introduced him to the president of the bank, Mr.
Masters. The president showed Charley marked attention; he was very
sensible of the voting importance of so considerable a block of stock as
Charley held, now that he had acquired all that was his uncle's. Masters
was sorry that his family was out of town, he would have been pleased to
have Mr. Millard dine with him. Would Mr. Millard be in town long?
Dining with a New York bank president would have been a novel
experience for young Millard, but he felt obliged to go home the last of
the week. Not that there was anything of pleasure or duty to render his
return to Cappadocia imperative or desirable, but the pressure he was
daily putting on his aunt's hospitality was too great to be prolonged,
and the discomfort of his situation in Avenue C was too much for a
fastidious man to endure.

Though his return to Cappadocia made a ripple of talk among the young
women of the village, to whom he was at least a most interesting theme
for gossip, he found the place duller than