“I’ve been giving her advice.”
“Trust you.”
“Wonnerful to see such qualities of people about,” said the old lady, hailing Rosalind into the discussion as they walked along the crowded Strand. “Nothin like this down where I live.”
“Have you far to walk at the other end?” asked the girl solicitously.
“Not fur,” replied the wonderful old lady. “Ony ’bout four mile and h’af.”
The excursion train was nearly ready to start, and Erb, finding an old acquaintance in the guard, arranged for appropriate finish to a great day by placing his aunt in a first-class compartment. She remarked gleefully that this would be something to tell Mrs. Turley.
“God bless ye, my dear,” she said, kissing Rosalind. “And don’t forget what I told you. Erb, take care of her.”
Rosalind wanted to go into the Strand telegraph office opposite the station for a moment, if Erb did not mind. Erb did not mind, and he waited.
“As much as that?” said Rosalind to the clerk. “Seems a lot of money.”
“Well, you see, miss,” replied the clerk, apologetically, “people don’t telegraph to these distant parts unless it’s about something important.”