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frequent. By late afternoon the train was well filled and space in the
lounge car was almost at a premium.

Janet and Helen went to bed early that night for the coming day promised
to be an unusually busy and exciting one for them--they would have their
first glimpse of New York, visit Radio City, and receive their
assignments for the radio play they were to be in.

"What are you going to wear tomorrow?" asked Helen as she snuggled down
between the crisp sheets.

"I don't know, perhaps the corduroy dress I had on today," replied
Janet. "It's so comfortable and I think it's becoming."

"I guess I'll vote that way, too," said Helen, and a minute later both
girls were asleep.

They were up early the next morning, breakfasting as the train sped out
of the Jersey hills and straightened out for its dash across the
tidewater flats to Jersey City. They shot past commuter trains at almost
regular intervals for their limited had the right of way.

As they neared the terminal, the porter took their bags and Helen handed
him a tip. Her father had deliberately routed them over a line which
ended in Jersey City so that they might have their first real glimpse of
the towering New York skyline from a ferryboat.

The passengers poured off the train and onto the nearby ferry. Bells
clanged, smoke rolled from the twin stacks, and the bulky boat nosed out
into the river.

Helen crowded close to Janet as the full majesty of the skyline was
unfolded. To their right was the lower city with its cluster of
skyscrapers while to their left was mid-town with the Empire State
towering almost into the clouds. A little beyond that the sharp spire of
the Chrysler building rose skyward.

On the New York side of the Hudson liners were sandwiched into the docks
and Janet grabbed Helen's arm and pointed to one. It was the _Europa_,
famed speed liner. A little further along was the _Rex_, pride of the
Italian merchant marine.

Then the ferry was nosing into its pier. Gates clanged, their baggage
was loaded aboard a taxi, and almost before they knew it they were
whirling away toward the heart of the city. Helen had given their hotel
address.

Up onto an elevated roadway sped their cab where it rocketed along at
forty-five miles an hour. Then they shot onto an incline and eased down
into a street below. Traffic lights slowed them up now, but in less than
ten minutes after leaving the ferry they were in Times Square, the very
heart of t