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She
went
on
.
Without
willing
it
,
her
feet
carried
her
in
a
wide
circle
.
Soon
she
began
to
recognise
the
houses
;
she
had
been
in
that
street
before
.
Somehow
,
this
was
distasteful
to
her
;
so
,
striking
off
at
right
angles
,
she
walked
straight
before
her
for
over
a
dozen
blocks
.
By
now
,
it
was
growing
darker
.
The
sun
had
set
.
The
hands
of
a
clock
on
the
power
-
house
of
a
cable
line
pointed
to
seven
.
No
doubt
,
Minna
had
come
long
before
this
time
,
had
found
her
mother
gone
,
and
had
—
just
what
had
she
done
,
just
what
COULD
she
do
?
Where
was
her
daughter
now
?
Walking
the
streets
herself
,
no
doubt
.
What
was
to
become
of
Minna
,
pretty
girl
that
she
was
,
lost
,
houseless
and
friendless
in
the
maze
of
these
streets
?
Mrs
.
Hooven
,
roused
from
her
lethargy
,
could
not
repress
an
exclamation
of
anguish
.
Here
was
misfortune
indeed
;
here
was
calamity
.
She
bestirred
herself
,
and
remembered
the
address
of
the
boarding
-
house
.
She
might
inquire
her
way
back
thither
.
No
doubt
,
by
now
the
policeman
would
be
gone
home
for
the
night
.
She
looked
about
.
She
was
in
the
district
of
modest
residences
,
and
a
young
man
was
coming
toward
her
,
carrying
a
new
garden
hose
looped
around
his
shoulder
.
“
Say
,
Meest
’
r
;
say
,
blease
—
—
”
The
young
man
gave
her
a
quick
look
and
passed
on
,
hitching
the
coil
of
hose
over
his
shoulder
.
But
a
few
paces
distant
,
he
slackened
in
his
walk
and
fumbled
in
his
vest
pocket
with
his
fingers
.
Then
he
came
back
to
Mrs
.
Hooven
and
put
a
quarter
into
her
hand
.
Mrs
.
Hooven
stared
at
the
coin
stupefied
.
The
young
man
disappeared
.
He
thought
,
then
,
that
she
was
begging
.
It
had
come
to
that
;
she
,
independent
all
her
life
,
whose
husband
had
held
five
hundred
acres
of
wheat
land
,
had
been
taken
for
a
beggar
.
A
flush
of
shame
shot
to
her
face
.
She
was
about
to
throw
the
money
after
its
giver
.
But
at
the
moment
,
Hilda
again
exclaimed
:
“
Mammy
,
I
’
m
hungry
.
”
With
a
movement
of
infinite
lassitude
and
resigned
acceptance
of
the
situation
,
Mrs
.
Hooven
put
the
coin
in
her
pocket
.
She
had
no
right
to
be
proud
any
longer
.
Hilda
must
have
food
.
That
evening
,
she
and
her
child
had
supper
at
a
cheap
restaurant
in
a
poor
quarter
of
the
town
,
and
passed
the
night
on
the
benches
of
a
little
uptown
park
.
Unused
to
the
ways
of
the
town
,
ignorant
as
to
the
customs
and
possibilities
of
eating
-
houses
,
she
spent
the
whole
of
her
quarter
upon
supper
for
herself
and
Hilda
,
and
had
nothing
left
wherewith
to
buy
a
lodging
.
