“Who is he, Miss Lamont?”
“Never mind, Marta. I thought I knew what love meant, but I see I didn’t until now. If I loved a man as you do yours, I would stop stealing if I had to cut my hands off to do it.”
“I have stopped. I know now that I could have stopped long ago, if any one had given me the right boost, or made me want to stop.”
Just then Pen’s eyes caught sight of a trunk in the corner of her room.
“What’s that here for?” she asked.
“Oh, please, Miss Lamont, I brought it to you. I never touched anything in it. I earned enough to buy what I am wearing and a few things in my suitcase, besides what I had on that day—”
“Marta, that’s sweet in you. I am beginning to feel I’d like to tog once more. I shall reward you. But first, will you do something for me?”
“You know I will be glad to do anything.”
“I want a note delivered. I’ll write it now.”
Hastily she wrote a few lines at her desk.