Flower handled the money as if she thought it dirty.
Without a word she slipped it into the pocket of her dress.
“I am going away,” she said. “They are angry with me at Sleepy Hollow. I have done wrong. I am not a bit surprised. I’m going away, so as not to cause them any more trouble.”
“Oh, law, now, Miss! but they’ll fret to part with you.”
“No they won’t. Anyhow, it isn’t your affair. I’m going away as soon as I possibly can. Can you tell me where the nearest railway station is?”
“There’s none closer than Everton, and that’s a matter of five mile from here.”
“I must get there as quickly as possible. What road shall I take?”
“Do you think, Miss, I’d let a pretty young lady like you trape the lanes in the dead of night? No, no; carrier goes between two and three in the morning. You might go with him, if you must go.”
“That is a good thought. Where does the carrier live?”
“Three doors from here. I’ll run round presently and tell him to call.”