Her companion whistled.
“Why, I thought you were one of the four-hundred! You live on the Avenoo!”
“Yes, but the house is shut up. No one is there. They’re all in the country.”
“What’d they mean then, by lettin’ you come away alone with no money in your pocket, eh?”
Polly sighed. “I don’t know,” she said wearily. “A telegram came and Theresa—she’s the parlor-maid—told me it was about sister’s being worse and wanting me, and Theresa got me ready and—and—that’s all.”
The newsboy considered. “Well, Tresser hasn’t got much sense—or else—she’s got too much, that’s all I have to say about it,” he exclaimed. “But that ain’t our business just now. What’s our business just now is this: What are you goin’ to do? Now just you think. Ain’t there any one—not a single soul you know in this friendly town? Not a one? Just make a try at it, an’ fish up one! One ain’t much! Oh, I say, I’d be willing to—to—declare you can think of one!”
Polly shook her head.
“We used to live down-town,” she explained. “But sister and I didn’t know many people there, and besides they move about a great deal—the down-town people do. And all Priscilla’s relations are in the country. And sister’s nurse at the hospital is away too and——”