"I can't explain why just at present," he said; "but if any one would lend me money to keep on my journey I would willingly repay the loan two for one."
At this point the train came to a stop, and the conductor, passing through the car, addressed Grit:
"Young man, you must get out at this station."
"No, he needn't," said the stout lady decidedly. "Here, my young friend, pay your fare out of this," and she drew from a pearl portemonnaie a ten-dollar bill.
Grit's heart leaped for joy. It was such an intense relief.
"How can I ever thank you?" he said gratefully, as he offered the change to his new friend.
"No," she said; "keep the whole. You will need it, and you can repay me whenever you find it convenient."
"That will be as soon as I get home," said Grit promptly. "I have the money there."
"That will be entirely satisfactory."
"Let me know your name and address, madam," said Grit, taking out a small memorandum-book, "so that I may know where to send."