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It is impossible to tell what she learned during that Chicago trip , it was so crowded , so wonderful . She went with her mother to the wholesale houses and heard and saw and , unconsciously , remembered . When she became fatigued with the close air of the dim showrooms , with their endless aisles piled with every sort of ware , she would sit on a chair in some obscure corner , watching those sleek , over-lunched , genial-looking salesmen who were chewing their cigars somewhat wildly when Mrs. Brandeis finished with them . Sometimes she did not accompany her mother , but lay in bed , deliciously , until the middle of the morning , then dressed , and chatted with the obliging Irish chamber maid , and read until her mother came for her at noon . Everything she did was a delightful adventure ; everything she saw had the tang of novelty . Fanny Brandeis was to see much that was beautiful and rare in her full lifetime , but she never again , perhaps , got quite the thrill that those ugly , dim , red-carpeted , gas-lighted hotel corridors gave her , or the grim bedroom , with its walnut furniture and its Nottingham curtains . As for the Chicago streets themselves , with their perilous corners -LRB- there were no czars in blue to regulate traffic in those days -RRB- , older and more sophisticated pedestrians experienced various emotions while negotiating the corner of State and Madison .