“Won’t you talk to me?” urged Annan. “You’re not afraid, are you?”
“I don’t know what to say to you?”
“Just tell me how you happen to be sleeping here in the Park to-night.”
“I have to save my money—” She yawned and concealed her lips with one hand.
“Please excuse me,” she murmured, “I haven’t slept very well.”
“Then you have some money?” he inquired.
“I have twenty dollars.... Money doesn’t last long in New York.”
“No, it doesn’t,” agreed Annan gravely. “Did you work in a shop?”
“In pictures.”
“Moving pictures?”