“They tried to sell me.”
“What?”
“Just what I said.”
“What do you mean?”
“They tried to sell me to an old admirer o’ mine in Paterson.”
“You must be crazy, child.”
“No more’n you,” she insisted. “The man was all ready with his money an’—”
“But this is impossible,” he interrupted.
“No, it isn’t. I ought to know. It made me jump the track.”
“That’s how you ran away?”