“All the way with you, sir,” she replied.
“To New York?”
“Yes, sir. I’m going home again.”
“Then I’ll see you later,” he said, without asking for her ticket.
The conductor remembered the little girl very well, although he did not remember all the details of her story. Nine months before she had gone up to Sunrise Cove with him to visit relatives. As she had travelled alone then, he did not think it strange that she was now travelling back again without any guardian.
By-and-by he came back and sat down beside her. Carolyn May took out her purse and offered him money for her fare.
“Didn’t they buy you a ticket?” he asked in surprise.
“No, sir,” she told him honestly.
“Well, I’ll tend to it for you. You’ll want that money for candy and moving-picture shows in the city.”
He was very kind to her and brought her satisfying news about Prince in the baggage car. The brakeman was nice, too, and brought her water to drink in a paper cup. And even the “candy butcher” made the journey pleasanter by his attentions. He once dropped a package of candy in Carolyn May’s lap and then forgot to pick it up again!