Little Prue rose and put her hand in Grantham's and they left the restaurant. They rode to Lambeth by 'bus and tram, and then, being in streets familiar to her, Little Prue conducted them to Roxy's Rents. Her mother's room was in darkness.
"Are yer coming in, sir?"
"Yes; we will see your mother before we leave you."
"Mother, mother!" cried Prue, opening the door.
Mrs. Flower started up and, running to the door, caught her child in her arms.
"O Prue, Prue! where have you been? I was afraid you were lost!"
"I should 'ave been, mother, if it 'adn't been for the gentlemen."
"The gentlemen?"
She could not see them.
"Do not be alarmed," said Robert Grantham. "Your little one was not well, and we brought her home. She is all right now."