“‘Can you trust me?’ I asked after a minute.
“‘Yes,’ she said; and I knew she meant it.
“‘I want to dance with you,’ I told her, ‘but I don’t want to do it here.’
“‘Where can we go?’ she asked.
“‘I know a man in Chicago,’ I said, ‘who has asked me to come to his place. It ain’t stylish enough for you, but it’s run right and respectable. It ain’t very far from here. Reilly’s. Know it?’
“‘I’ve heard of it,’ she said, ‘but I’ve never been there.’
“Of course she hadn’t. I’d seen right off she was just a kid and hadn’t been around to places.
“‘Will you go there with me now?’ I asked her.
“‘Yes;’ she said. ‘I know you’re all right.’
“Maybe I wasn’t feeling good when I’d got her out of there and steered her through the streets! She was a little mite of a thing, and young, but very quiet; her eyes had a sad look.