The young man smiled at her.
“Well, if you insist,” he said, with a smile, and extracted a card from his pocket, and handed it to Shirley.
Shirley stuffed it into her pocket.
“Thank you very much,” she said quietly. “Good-bye.”
She left the store and walked down the street. It was now half-past eight, as Shirley saw by the street clock.
“I guess I might as well go home and risk being seen,” she told herself.
She stopped at the next corner and hailed an approaching car. She was just about to step aboard, when she suddenly remembered she did not have carfare. She stepped back abruptly. The conductor rang the bell angrily, and the car went on.
“My gracious,” said Shirley to herself, “it’s a long way to Walnut Hills but I guess I shall have to walk it. I wonder if I can find the way?”
She stood still for several minutes.
“Well,” she said at last, “I might as well start. There is no use standing here. I’ll just have to follow the car line, and ask if I lose my way.”