p, discontented voice. 'An' here ye've
gar'd me miss the last car.'

'Where are you staying in Maryhill?'

'I have a place, me an' anither lassie,' she said guardedly. 'If ye are
flush, ye micht gie me twa shillin's for a cab. I'm no' able to walk.'

At that moment, and before he could reply, a slim, slight, girlish
figure darted across the street, and, with a quick, sobbing breath, laid
two hands on the arm of Liz. It was the little seamstress, who had
haunted the streets late for many nights, scanning the faces of the
wanderers, sustained by the might of the love which was the only passion
of her soul. At sight of Teen, Liz Hepburn betrayed more emotion than in
meeting with her brother.

'Eh, I've fund ye at last! I said I was bound to find ye if ye were in
Glesca,' Teen cried, and her plain face was glorified with the joy of
the meeting. 'Oh, Liz, what it's been to me no' kennin' whaur ye were!
But, I say, hoo do you twa happen to be thegither?'

'I've twa detectives efter me, it seems,' said Liz, with a touch of
sullenness, and she stood still on the edge of the pavement, as if
determined not to go another step. 'I say, do you twa hunt in couples?'

She gave a little mirthless laugh, and her eye roamed restlessly up the
street, as if contemplating the possibility of escape.

'Come on hame wi' me, Liz,' said Teen coaxingly, and she slipped her
hand through her old friend's arm and looked persuasively into her face,
noting with the keenness of a loving interest the melancholy change upon
it. 'Ye're no' weel, an' ye'll be as cosy an' quate as ye like wi' me.'

'Has _your_ ship come in?' asked Liz, with faint sarcasm, but still
hesitating, uncomfortable under the scrutiny of two pairs of
questioning, if quite friendly, eyes.

'Ay, has it,' replied the little seamstress cheerfully. 'Shouldn't she
come hame wi' me, Walter? She wad be a' richt there, an' you can come
an' see us when ye like.'

Walter stood in silence another full minute. It was a strange situation,
strained to the utmost, but his faith in the little seamstress was so
great that he almost reverenced her. He felt that it would be better for
Liz to be with a friend of her own sex, and he turned to her pleadingly.

'It's true what Teen says, you are not well. Let her take you home. I'll
get a cab and go with you to the door, and I'll come and see you
to-morrow. We are thankful to have found you again, my--my dear.'

The last words he uttered with