“Thank goodness there’s nothing more to be done in that direction,” she said, wearily. “That dreadful Mr. Lawson, or ‘Dabroski,’ as he calls himself, is safe in jail, and the Chief of Police tells me that it will be some time before he is brought to trial. Justice is so slow,” she added, plaintively, “but then, it is sure, so there’s no use in getting impatient. I’ve been to seven places to-day in my search for work. Oh, I am sure I will get something soon! I don’t see how I can help it!”
“You are just wearing yourself out, dearie,” said Dollie, remorsefully. “You look a lot older than you did at home. Oh, dear, to think that I should be the cause of all your worry!”
“Hush, Dollie!” cried Marion, “you are not to blame, sister, and, oh, I am so glad that it isn’t any worse!”
Her beautiful face flushed scarlet as she made this admission.
Dollie’s blue eyes filled with tears and her lids drooped heavily.
“It’s bad enough, I am sure, but please don’t speak of it. You love me just the same, don’t you, sister?” she cried, piteously.
Her loving sister rushed over to her and kissed her penitently.
“Forgive me, dear, but I can’t help thinking of it sometimes! It is perfectly awful, and to think the papers are full of it!”
“They have been for two weeks,” said Dollie, sighing, “but they have been so kind in their judgment of me, I can never be too grateful to them. Still, I am glad we changed our names when we came to this house! If our fellow-boarders knew who we were they would probably snub us!”
“Well,” cried her noble sister, scornfully, “I should not care for that. We have done no wrong, why should we be scorned by them?”