“What happened?” said the Baxter girl curiously.
“Oh, well, off we went! We had a carriage to ourselves. I was glad. I thought she might talk.”
“And you always tried to make her talk,” said Miss Howe softly.
Anita went on without answering her.
“She grew quite excited as we travelled down, talking about her ‘youth.’ She always spoke as if she were a hundred.”
“She put something into that youth of hers, I shouldn’t wonder,” said Miss Howe.
“She did. The things she told me that day. I knew she had been in America, but I never dreamed——She landed there, if you please, without a penny in her pocket, without a friend in the world.”
“I never understood why she went to America,” said Miss Howe. “I asked her once.”
“What did she say?” said Anita curiously.
“To make her fortune. But I never got any details out of her.”