"Do you see that girl with the cameo-like face?" he asked.
"Yes."
"I have been hoping you could save that child. She can't be more than seventeen, if she is that. What her previous history is I do not know; but it is evident she has had gentle breeding."
"What a sweet face she has!"
"Yes. Lovely, isn't it? Like a flower."
"What is her name?" Esther looked sympathetically at the girlish figure.
"Earle—Carla Earle. She lives at Keith's. I see her often with Mark Clifton, a young Englishman here. He is a wild fellow. She is shy of everyone else."
"Poor child!" said Esther, glancing toward her.
"I made bold to speak to her one day, and invited her to come to your Bible school. I believe if you could meet her you would be her salvation."
Esther looked up with a grave question in her eyes.