“Oh, my dear, I’m so thankful you were not hurt,” said the little lady, “that I would give a hundred bags of sugar—you, dear brave little heroine,” as she took her on her lap.
“My mother,” began Tiny, “was something like you and——”
“Hush, dear,” said the little lady, smoothing her hair.
“You like to go to school, don’t you?” she asked to change the subject.
“My, I never enjoyed school so much in all my life,” said Tiny.
“Oh, you used to go, of course, didn’t you?”
“Always,” said Tiny, “my father was—” and her voice began to sound full of tears.
“Strange,” said the little lady to herself. “Very strange why she ran away. Maybe we’ll find out some day. I’ll inquire again if the police have found out anything more about her.”