“Hush up,” said Wollaston.
“Well, what be you goin' to do now?” asked Gladys.
“I am going to a drug-store, and see if I can find out where Maria's relatives have moved to,” replied Wollaston. He walked quite alertly now. Maria's discomfiture had reassured him.
They walked along a few blocks until they saw the lights of a drug-store on the corner. Then Wollaston led them in and marched up to the directory chained to the counter.
“What's that?” Gladys asked. “A Bible?”
“No, it's a directory,” Maria replied, in a dull voice.
“What do they keep it chained for? Books don't run away.”
“I suppose they are afraid folks will steal it.”
“My!” said Gladys, eying the big volume. “I don't see what on earth they'd do with it when they got it stole,” she remarked, in a low, reflective voice.
Maria leaned against the counter and waited.