"Yes; can I help you in any way?"
The woman tittered a moment, but resumed soberly, "You will wonder at me coming to you, but I'm from the country. Did you think that?"
"I suspected it," said Dave, with a smile. "You knocked——" He paused.
"Yes?"
"Like a country girl," he said, boldly.
She tittered again. "Well, I'm lost," she confessed. "I got off the train a short time ago. My aunt was to meet me, but there are such crowds in the street—I must have missed her. And I saw your name on the window, and I had heard of you. So I just thought I'd ask—if you wouldn't mind—showing me to this address."
She fumbled in her pocket, and Dave invited her into the office. There she produced a torn piece of paper with an address.
"Why, that's just a few blocks," said Dave. "I'll walk around with you." He turned for his hat, but at that moment there was another timid knock on the door. He opened it. A boy of eight or ten years stood outside.
"Can I come in?" the lad ventured.
"Why, of course you can. What is it, son?"