Day after day she went from place to place answering advertisements for positions which she thought she could fill. Walking all she could she took a car only when her strength failed, but always met with the same result; a cold dismissal because she could give no references; not a kind look; not an encouraging word; not a helpful smile. As the days went by, her face grew hard and her eyes had a hopeless, defiant look, that still lessened her chances of success, and gave some cause for the suspicious glances she encountered on every hand, though her features showed that under better circumstances she would be beautiful.
One evening as she stood on the street corner, tired out, shivering in the sharp wind, confused by the rush and roar of the city, and in doubt as to the car she should take, a tall, beautifully dressed woman stopped by her side, waiting also for a car.
Amy, trembling, asked if she would direct her. The lady looked at her keenly as she gave the needed information, and then added kindly, "You are evidently not acquainted in Cleveland."
Amy admitted that she was a stranger.
"And where is your home?"
"I have none," was the sad reply.
"You are stopping with friends, I suppose?"
Amy shook her head and faltered, "No, I know no one in the city."
The woman grew very kind. "You poor child," she said, "you look as though you were in distress. Can't I help you?"
Tears filled the brown eyes that were lifted pleadingly to the face of the questioner, and a dry sob was the only answer.