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It
was
a
chance
;
but
Minna
,
after
walking
down
to
the
ferry
slips
,
found
that
the
round
trip
would
cost
her
twenty
cents
.
If
the
journey
proved
fruitless
,
only
a
dime
would
stand
between
her
and
the
end
of
everything
.
But
it
was
a
chance
;
the
only
one
that
had
,
as
yet
,
presented
itself
.
She
made
the
trip
.
And
upon
the
street
-
railway
cars
,
upon
the
ferryboats
,
on
the
locomotives
and
way
-
coaches
of
the
local
trains
,
she
was
reminded
of
her
father
’
s
death
,
and
of
the
giant
power
that
had
reduced
her
to
her
present
straits
,
by
the
letters
,
P
.
and
S
.
W
.
R
.
R
.
To
her
mind
,
they
occurred
everywhere
.
She
seemed
to
see
them
in
every
direction
.
She
fancied
herself
surrounded
upon
every
hand
by
the
long
arms
of
the
monster
.
Minute
after
minute
,
her
hunger
gnawed
at
her
.
She
could
not
keep
her
mind
from
it
.
As
she
sat
on
the
boat
,
she
found
herself
curiously
scanning
the
faces
of
the
passengers
,
wondering
how
long
since
such
a
one
had
breakfasted
,
how
long
before
this
other
should
sit
down
to
lunch
.
When
Minna
descended
from
the
train
,
at
Lorin
on
the
other
side
of
the
Bay
,
she
found
that
the
place
was
one
of
those
suburban
towns
,
not
yet
become
fashionable
,
such
as
may
be
seen
beyond
the
outskirts
of
any
large
American
city
.
All
along
the
line
of
the
railroad
thereabouts
,
houses
,
small
villas
—
contractors
’
ventures
—
were
scattered
,
the
advantages
of
suburban
lots
and
sites
for
homes
being
proclaimed
in
seven
-
foot
letters
upon
mammoth
bill
-
boards
close
to
the
right
of
way
.
Without
much
trouble
,
Minna
found
the
house
to
which
she
had
been
directed
,
a
pretty
little
cottage
,
set
back
from
the
street
and
shaded
by
palms
,
live
oaks
,
and
the
inevitable
eucalyptus
.
Her
heart
warmed
at
the
sight
of
it
.
Oh
,
to
find
a
little
niche
for
herself
here
,
a
home
,
a
refuge
from
those
horrible
city
streets
,
from
the
rat
of
famine
,
with
its
relentless
tooth
.
How
she
would
work
,
how
strenuously
she
would
endeavour
to
please
,
how
patient
of
rebuke
she
would
be
,
how
faithful
,
how
conscientious
.
Nor
were
her
pretensions
altogether
false
;
upon
her
,
while
at
home
,
had
devolved
almost
continually
the
care
of
the
baby
Hilda
,
her
little
sister
.
She
knew
the
wants
and
needs
of
children
.
Her
heart
beating
,
her
breath
failing
,
she
rang
the
bell
set
squarely
in
the
middle
of
the
front
door
.
The
lady
of
the
house
herself
,
an
elderly
lady
,
with
pleasant
,
kindly
face
,
opened
the
door
.
Minna
stated
her
errand
.
“
But
I
have
already
engaged
a
girl
,
”
she
said
.
“
Oh
,
”
murmured
Minna
,
striving
with
all
her
might
to
maintain
appearances
.
“
Oh
—
I
thought
perhaps
—
”
She
turned
away
.
“
I
’
m
sorry
,
”
said
the
lady
.
Then
she
added
,
“
Would
you
care
to
look
after
so
many
as
three
little
children
,
and
help
around
in
light
housework
between
whiles
?
”
“
Yes
,
ma
’
am
.
”
“
Because
my
sister
—
she
lives
in
North
Berkeley
,
above
here
—
she
’
s
looking
far
a
girl
.
Have
you
had
lots
of
experience
?
Got
good
references
?
”
