The wonderful eyes seemed searching Jo's very soul.
"No. But where are you going?"
"I'm, I'm looking for someone." As she spoke the light vanished from the yellow eyes, a blankness spread over the pale, thin face.
"Looking for whom?"
"I do not know."
"What is your name?" Jo was struck by the change in the girl, she had become listless, dull.
"I do not know. Over there they call me Marie, but that isn't my name."
"I can't let you go off alone by yourself," Jo was talking more to herself than to the girl.
"Then, what are you going to do with me? Please try to help me. You see I was very sick once and I—I cannot remember what happened before that, but it keeps coming closer and closer and pressing harder and harder—here." The girl put her hand to her head. "Once in awhile I catch little bits and then I hold them close and keep them. If I could be let alone I think soon I would remember."
The pleading eyes filled with tears, the lips trembled.