“Yes.”
“Alone?”
“Yes.”
“Don’t you think it just a little bit of a risk, my dear?”
“It’s not a pleasure trip. I—I’m looking for a place to live.”
“Oh, then you have no people?”
The girl hung her head. The Motor Maids were quite breathless with interest.
“My dear child,” continued Miss Campbell, kindly, taking the young girl’s hand, “it’s none of my business, but I am an old woman, and I feel I must give advice to a beautiful young girl. Let me beg of you to think a long time before you do anything rash. Girls leave home thinking life will be easy and it so often turns out to be very, very hard.”
“But I’ve been very unhappy,” whispered the girl choking. “You can’t understand—you can’t know——”
Two tears welled in her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, the sight of which was beyond the endurance of the Motor Maids. They gathered around her in a solicitous little group. They took her hands and pressed against her and patted her on the shoulder. And Miss Campbell kept saying: