Some one had brought a glass of water, and the lady was rapidly reviving.
“Do come home with me, dear,” she said, turning to Marion.
The officer assisted them into the carriage, and again the crowd swung their hats and cheered the brave girl to the echo. Two hours later Marion burst into the little furnished room where Dollie sat, waving a check for a thousand dollars in her hand, and with tears of joy glistening on her dark lashes.
“Oh, Dollie! Dollie!” she cried, hysterically, “I saved a rich woman’s child from getting killed, and she has made me a present of a thousand dollars!”
Dollie stared at her in absolute amazement, and at that very moment in rushed Miss Allyn.
“Oh, you darling girl! You have been and made a heroine of yourself again!” she cried, happily. “And to think I had only been in town an hour when I saw you do that heroic deed and got another ‘exclusive’ in the evening paper!”
The girls were both hugging and kissing her, but she went on talking rapidly.
“Poor mother left me a little money, girls, enough to pay my bills, if I get out of work, but I’m back on my paper in the same old job, and I’ve got the promise of a position for Dollie.”
“You thought of us the very first thing, of course,” said Marion, laughing. “It wouldn’t be you if you were not doing us a kindness.”
“Oh, come off!” cried Miss Allyn, in her characteristic slang. “Why, Marion, you’re a treasure! I’m constantly making money out of you! Why, I couldn’t begin to tell how much I have made out of your exploits!”