"How old is she?"
"Sixteen."
They found her curled up on a couch, half dead for sleep.
"I thought you'd never come, Jerry," she cried.
"This is Miss Judd, who is good enough to stay with you. This is Isabelle Bryce, Miss Judd."
Jane nodded, and the girl stared rudely.
"I'll fix the bed for you. You must be very tired," said Jane kindly.
"You're all right now. Get a good sleep," said Jerry, picking up his bag to go.
"Oh, Jerry, don't leave me," cried Isabelle, clinging to him. "I don't want to stay with this strange woman. I want to go with you always, Jerry, because I love you so. Won't you take me, Jerry?"
"Don't be a little goose, Isabelle."