It seemed to her that he was scarcely a moment taking up the dozen or so tickets in the car before he stood by her side, saying, brusquely:
“Ticket!”
“I—I haven’t any!” she murmured faintly.
“How far are you going?”
“To—to Clarksburg.”
“Oh, then you can just pay your fare. It is only a small sum.”
Little Eva gasped once or twice before she found voice to murmur, with scarlet cheeks and down-dropped eyes:
“But I haven’t any money either.”
By this time every eye in the car was attracted to the pair, for the conductor began to harangue her indignantly.
Then Eva’s big dark eyes fairly scorched him as she answered angrily: