could do nothing. They neither needed nor cared to do anything with head (the inside of it) or with hands (the skill of them), but for them spun this stream of cars; for them had been built this city!
"You dance," said Lew. "Of course you dance with your lovely little feet."
"I dance," Ellen replied.
Seated beside him at a little table, near the edge of a dance floor, Ellen quivered in her black chiffon and looked about uneasily at the other couples. It was a dine-and-dance club, so called, but only an admission and cover charge regulated the membership.
"You've never been in a place like this before," observed Lew, with satisfaction.
"Never," admitted Ellen; and he ordered dinner, extravagantly.
"Chicago has a few early evening clubs," said Lew, patronizingly, "New York has the night clubs. New York is the place. I'm moving there, you know."
"I didn't," said Ellen, turning her cocktail glass.
"Yes. No reason in God's world I should stay at Stanley because my father stuck to the prairie and we manufacture there. Manufacturing is nothing any more; a foreman can see to that. My office must be in the city."
"Why not Chicago?" asked Ellen.
"Why play a second?" replied Lew. "New York is the first city in the world. My office will be on Fifth Avenue. I'll run everything from there." He touched his glass to
