"I have a ministers' meeting in half an hour. Can you go down-town with me?"
"Yes, dear," replied Mrs. Tracy, and she glanced expectantly toward 'Tilda Jane.
The little girl started. "Can I ask you a question or so afore you go?" she asked, hurriedly.
"No, my dear," said the man, with a fatherly air. "Not until I come back."
"I guess some one's told you about me," remarked 'Tilda Jane, bitterly.
"I never heard of you, or saw you before a quarter of an hour ago," he replied, kindly. "Do you see that sofa?" and he drew aside a curtain. "You lie down there and rest, and in two hours we shall return. Come, Bessie—" and with his wife he left the room.
'Tilda Jane was confounded, and her first idea was of capture. She was trapped at last, and would be sent back to the asylum—then a wave of different feeling swept over her. She would trust those two people anywhere, and they liked her. She could tell it by their looks and actions. She sighed heavily, almost staggered to the sofa, and throwing herself down, was in two minutes sleeping the sleep of utter exhaustion.