“Where’s that?”
“Oh, it’s a good ways from here. I come in on the cars to visit Tom an’ Bob. They wasn’t at the station, an’ I’ve been huntin’ ever since for ’em. Looks like I was goin’ to have a pretty hard job. A policeman told me to keep right on walkin’ half an hour, an’ then ask the way, so I reckon it wouldn’t do any harm to find out if you know where Baker’s Court is?”
The girl stood for an instant as if in deepest thought, and then replied slowly:—
“No, I’m sure I don’t know anything about it. What street is it near?”
“The policeman said it led out of West Broadway.”
“Oh, I know where that is. It may be quite a ways though, an’ I wouldn’t like to leave here till business was over.”
“Will you go then?”
“Of course; there’s nothin’ else to do but to hang ’round Mother Hunter’s, an’ that ain’t very pleasant.”
“What’s your name?”
“Sadie Mitchell.”