“You will let me come and see you, wherever you go, won’t you?” he asked eagerly, as Dollie finished telling him of their experiences at the fire.
Dollie blushed a little, but she promised readily. He was so handsome and agreeable it made her heart flutter to look at him. Before noon their friendship had made rapid headway, for Mrs. Haley and Marion were too busy planning to heed them.
When Miss Allyn came in at noon she had joyful news. The paper had not only paid her well for her excellent story of the fire, but they had given her an extra fifty-dollar bill to help her recuperate from the loss of her wardrobe.
“Now we’ll go and find some more furnished rooms,” she said, gayly, “and you girls must let me pay your bills until my wealth is gone; meanwhile who knows what may turn up—you may marry millionaires or something.”
“How good you are,” cried Marion, with tears in her eyes.
“You had better do it, my dear,” said Mrs. Haley, kindly. “She is so sweet in offering it, you must not refuse her, then when your fortune has changed you can find some way to repay her.”
“And meanwhile, I shall never forget your kindness, Mrs. Haley,” said Marion, “and I am coming to see you often if you will let me.”
“My door is always open and my heart, too,” said Mrs. Haley, laughing. “I am a mother to everybody, or at least that is what they say of me.”
“You are, indeed,” said Marion, kissing her, “and now we must leave you and go with Miss Allyn.”