d for but to make themselves useful to passengers?
She drew herself up in haughty fashion, then as suddenly collapsed as
her eye rested on her dusty boots and blackened, bloodstained skirt.
Ridiculous to act the grand lady with such handicaps as these! She drew
a sharp breath, and said in a voice of childlike appeal--

"I'm left behind! My friends have gone on. It's very awkward!"

"Are ye?" asked the porter indifferently. He took one hand out of his
pocket and pointed woodenly to the right. "Waiting-room first door. Ye
can sit there!"

Of all the callous, cold-blooded--! Darsie turned with a swing and
marched forward into the bleak little cell which had the audacity to
call itself a first-class waiting-room, seated herself on a leather-
covered bench which seemed just the most inhospitable thing in the way
of furniture which the mind of man could conceive, and gave herself up
to thought. Never, never so long as she lived would she ever again
leave home without some money in her pocket! How in the name of all
that was mysterious could she contrive to possess herself of eightpence
within the next hour? "Our old woman" would lend it with pleasure, but
Darsie shrank from the idea of the darkening country road with the dread
of the town-dweller who in imagination sees a tramp lurking behind every
bush. No, this first and most obvious suggestion must be put on one
side, and even if she could have humbled herself to beg from the porter,
Darsie felt an absolute conviction that he would refuse. At the farther
side of the station there stretched a small straggling village. Surely
somehow in that village--! With a sudden inspiration Darsie leaped to
her feet and approached the porter once more. Into her mind had darted
the remembrance of the manner in which poor people in books possessed
themselves of money in critical moments of their history.

"Porter, will you please tell me the way to the nearest pawnshop?"

"P-p--!" Now, indeed, if she had wished to rouse the porter to
animation, she had succeeded beyond her wildest dreams! He spun round,
and gaped at her with a stupefaction of surprise. "Pawnshop, did ye
say? P-awn! What do _you_ want with a pawnshop, a slip of a girl like
you?"

"That's my business!" returned Darsie loftily. Since he had been so
unsympathetic and rude, she was certainly not going to satisfy his
curiosity. Her dear little watch would provide her with money, and
somehow--she didn'