"Was it an old friend? It's nice to see old friends."
"No, he wasn't exactly an old friend, but he knowed a lot of people I knowed once. Poor man, he was in a lot of trouble. He had his pocket picked and couldn't get home and his wife was sick—"
The doctor looked up quickly.
"Did you lend him money, Miss Doane?"
"Yes; I felt so sorry for him. He was so worried I let him have fifteen dollars. He'll send it back to me to-morrow. He was so grateful. It must be awful to be in a big city and know no one and have no money."
"Yes; it must," the doctor remarked dryly.
Drusilla looked at him quickly.
"What you speakin' in that tone of voice for?"
The doctor laughed rather hesitatingly.
"I'm afraid, Miss Doane, that you're what the small boys call 'stung.'"