Mollie recognized that towering form instantly, and, impulsively opening the sash, she leaned forward and called:
"Miriam!"
The woman heard her, responded, and advanced.
Mollie leaned further out.
"Have you come to see me?"
"I should like to see you. I heard you had returned, and came here, though I did not expect to meet you at this hour."
"Wait one moment," said Mollie; "I will go down and let you in."
She closed the window and flew down-stairs, opened the house door softly, and beckoned.
Miriam entered. Ten minutes later, and they were safely closeted in the young lady's cozy room.
"Sit down, Aunt Miriam, and take off your shawl. You look cold and wretched and half starved."