noon
That sort of woman congenitally can not enjoy her breakfast in bed . That morning she found a fairly comfortable room , more within her means , on the north side in the boarding house district . She unpacked and hung up her clothes and drifted down town again , idly . It was noon when she came to the corner of State and Madison streets . It was a maelstrom that caught her up , and buffeted her about , and tossed her helplessly this way and that . The corner of Broadway and Forty-second streets has been exploited in song and story as the world 's most hazardous human whirlpool . I 've negotiated that corner .