Miss Gordon took her gently by the arm.
“Mrs. Myles, you must come home with me,” she urged. “I have a room waiting for you.”
“It isn’t right to burden you with my troubles,” the old lady protested.
“We’ll work out everything,” the teacher assured her. “Eileen, you and Jane take Mrs. Myles to my car. I’ll be along in a minute. I must speak to someone.”
Mrs. Myles gave up protesting. She allowed the two Brownies to lead her to the parked automobile.
Once the widow was out of sight, Miss Gordon sought Mr. Vincent who had remained in the crowd.
“Your sister has agreed to go to my home,” she assured him. “She’ll be well taken care of for the time being. Later we can work out something.”
The carpenter gripped the teacher’s hand gratefully.
“This old house wasn’t worth saving,” he said. “If only I could induce my sister to move in with me, all would be for the best. I’m afraid though, she’ll never have anything to do with me.”
“Why not?” demanded Veve, who had joined the group. “Is it because she thinks you are a thief?”