Ugh!
How he'd hate to trot along in that blue-frocked line! "I'm a dawdling
idiot," he said irritatedly to himself. "What am I worrying about? I've
done the sensible thing, the only possible thing. Her own people
deserted her. I've secured her a decent home and honest training. Whew!
It's later than I thought. I'll have to rush to make that four-ten
train."
An hour later, having given hurried explanations to Anne and started her
off in a cab, he was on a north-bound train.
And Anne?
The bewildered child gathered only one fact from his speech. She was not
going to Miss Drayton, as she had expected--dear Miss Drayton, to whom
she longed to pour forth her secret. Instead, she was going to
strangers--people, Mr. Patterson said, who took care of little girls
that had no fathers and mothers.
She hugged Honey-Sweet tight in her arms and walked up the steps of the
square brown house.
If you have never seen the 'Home for Girls,' you will wish me to
describe Anne's new abode. Let me see. I have said that the house was
square and brown, haven't I? with many green-shuttered windows. The
grounds were large and well-kept--almost too spick and span, for one
expects twenty-six children to leave behind them such marks of good
times as paper dolls and picture-books, croquet-mallets and tennis balls
on trampled turf.
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