She drew a dime from her purse and extended it to the young man.
“Here is your ten cents,” she said.
Mr. Wolfe protested.
“Let your brother pay his own debts,” he said.
“No,” said Shirley, “I insist. You see, my brother and I are such close relations that I almost feel I owe you this myself.”
“Well, if you insist,” said the young man.
He took the dime and dropped it in his pocket.
“May I ask where you are going?”
“Home,” said Shirley briefly, for she wished to end the conversation, considering now that she had repaid her debt.
“I see,” smiled Mr. Wolfe; “and would you mind telling me just about where that is.”