"Why?" His question was curious, but thoughtless.
"Well—I'm lonesome," she hesitated; "I hardly ever go out—except when Billy comes over."
It was out at last, and then they became more intimate. As they walked down the street to the wharf, later, Hazel pressed his arm and cried softly:
"Did you see that? Don't you know her?"
"You mean the girl that just passed—the one in green? I was just thinking—wondering if that could be Sadie Hall, Alfy Castle's girl."
"That's who it was."
"Why didn't she speak, Hazel?"
The girl looked up into his eyes as she answered:
"I've met her on the street several times. First time I was with Billy, who had come over for a visit. Sadie nodded, and went on with the friend, at whose home here she is visiting. The second time I was standing in front of a confectionery talking to a girl who—well, who hasn't a very good name in Hamilton; but she works where I do, and anyway I would not snub her for the world."
"And Miss Hall has stopped speaking entirely, eh?"