“I don’t think the poor child knew herself, sir.”
“Did she go alone?”
“No, sir; the boy that was here last night called for her.”
“That ragamuffin!” said Curtis, scornfully. “She certainly shows extraordinary taste for a young lady of family.”
“The boy seems a very kind and respectable boy,” said Jane, who had been quite won by Dodger’s kindness to her young mistress.
“He may be respectable, though I am not so sure of that; but his position in life is very humble. He is probably a bootblack; a singular person to select for the friend of a girl like Florence.”
“There’s them that stands higher that isn’t half so good,” retorted Jane, with more zeal than good grammar.
“Did Miss Florence take a cab?”
“No; she just walked.”
“But she took some clothing with her?”