“To New York, sir,” said Helen.
“Ah! a long way for a girl to go by herself—even a self-possessed one like you,” said the fatherly old fellow. “I hope you have friends to meet you there?”
“Relatives.”
“You have never been there, I take it?”
“I have never been farther east than Denver before,” she replied.
“Indeed! And so you have not met the relatives you are going to?” he suggested, shrewdly.
“You are right, sir.”
“But, of course, they will not fail to meet you?”
“I telegraphed to them. I expect to get a reply somewhere on the way.”
“Then you are well provided for,” said the old gentleman, kindly. “Yet, if you should need any assistance—of any kind—do not fail to call upon me. I am going through to New York, too.”