Mr. Emerson convoyed his party to a hotel on Copley Square and left
them there while he went out at once to meet his business friends.
"How far away Rosemont seems, and poor Mrs. Paterno with her troubles,"
she said an hour later as they stood before Sargent's panel of the
Prophets in the Public Library.
CHAPTER X
TROLLEYING
As for the Art Museum, they wandered delightedly from one room to
another, but went away with a sensation of having seen too much that
was almost as uncomfortable as that of having eaten too much.
"I should like to come here or to go to the Metropolitan in New York
with some one who could tell me about every picture or every object in
just one room and stay there for an hour and then go away and think
about it," said Ethel Blue.
"We will do that some day at the Metropolitan," said Mrs. Emerson. "If
the Club would like to go in a body some day we can get one of the
guides who do just what you describe. We can tell her the sort of
thing we want to see--classical statuary or English artists or the
Morgan collection--and have it all shown to us from the standpoint of
the expert critic.
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