“There is so little else,” she replied. She hesitated, then added, “That is, that anyone seems to understand.”
“You really had no place to which you could go for the night?”
“No. I am an utter stranger here. I came up this morning from Newburyport––that’s about forty miles. I lost my purse and my ticket, so you see I was quite helpless. I was afraid to ask anyone for help, and then––I hoped every minute that I might find my father.”
“But I thought you knew no one here?”
“I don’t. If Dad is here, it is quite by chance.”
She looked again into his blue eyes and then back to the fire.
“It is wonderful how you came to me,” she said.
“I saw you twice before.”
“Once,” she said, “was just beyond the Gardens.”