"Miss Ascough?"
"Yes; I met you on the train coming from Boston."
"Oh, yes, the little girl with the dog," he said.
His voice, more than his words, warmed me with the thought that he had not forgotten me, and was even pleased to hear from me again.
"You said if I ever needed help—"
I broke off there, and he said slowly:
"I—see. Where are you?"
I told him.
"Can you leave there right away?"