"She's got a brother that's a regular bad one," continued Mr. Martin. "He's a little scamp, if there ever was one. Would you believe it, ma'am, he induced his sister to run away from home some weeks ago, and ever since I've been hunting all around to find her?"
"Is it possible?" exclaimed the other, interested. "Where did you find her, if I may be allowed to ask?"
"In a low place, in the western part of the city," said Mr. Martin. "It wasn't a fit place for a child like her. Her brother carried her away from a good home, just out of spite, because he got angry with me."
"It must have made you feel very anxious."
"Yes," said Mr. Martin, pathetically. "It worried me so I couldn't sleep nights. I've been hunting night and day for her ever since, but it's only to-day that I got track of her. She's crying now because she didn't want to leave the woman her brother placed her with."
"I'm sorry to hear it. My dear, you will be better off at home than among strangers. Don't you think you will?"
"No, I shan't," said Rose. "Miss Manning was a good woman, and was very kind to me."
"She isn't old enough to judge," said Martin, shrugging his shoulders.
"No, of course not. Where do you live?"
"In Brooklyn."