They arrived in St. Louis on the morning of the second day, and drove
directly to the Southern Hotel, where Mrs. Montague said they would
remain for a day or two, to rest, and where the friends who were going
down the Mississippi to New Orleans with them would join them.
The following morning Mrs. Montague dressed herself with great care, and
told Mona that she was going out to make some calls, adding that she
might amuse herself as she chose, for there was nothing to be done,
and she might get lonely to remain alone in the hotel.
The young girl resolved to improve the opportunity and look about the
city a little on her own account.
She donned her hat and jacket, and running down to the street, hailed the
first car that came along, with the intention of riding as far as it
would take her.
She changed her purpose, however, as the car was about passing a street
leading down to the great bridge across the Mississippi.
She had heard and read a great deal about the grand structure, and she
determined to walk across and see how it would compare with the wonderful
Brooklyn Bridge.
She was feeling very well, the morning was bright, and she enjoyed her
walk immensely. By the time she returned her cheeks were like wild roses,
and her whole face glowing from exercise.
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