"You're a brick," she said huskily. "I'll pay you back with the first money I earn."
The brick received her praise with a change of color appropriate to his title.
"Any fellow would be—be glad to help, you know," he stammered. "And you needn't feel that you must hurry to pay up, either. Wait until you're well settled among your friends."
"My friends! I have none."
"No friends!" He stared blankly. "Of course I realized that you could hardly go back home, but I took it for granted that there must be some place—somebody—"
"There isn't."
He sat down abruptly, bewildered with the complexities which beset an apparently simple situation. Jean herself began to entertain some misgiving. For the moment his opinion epitomized the world's.
"Where do you mean to go?" he asked.
"Across the state line first; then to New York."
"New York!"