"Is New York such a labyrinth? I thought it so straight up and down--like Fifth Avenue. And with all the cross streets numbered!" She seemed to guess his faint disapproval of this, and added, with the rare smile that enchanted her whole face: "If you knew how I like it for just that--the straight-up-and-downness, and the big honest labels on everything!" He saw his chance. "Everything may be labelled--but everybody is not."