"Miss Goodrich, I told you to watch that star. Don't you find it
beautiful?" Dick's voice was calm, with just a suggestion of mild
reproach.
"Oh Mr. Falkner, have you killed him?"
"Killed nothing. Come." And he led her quickly past the place where
the self-styled gentleman lay. "Just a moment," he said; and turning
back, he examined the fallen man. "Only stunned," he reported
cheerfully. "He'll have a sore head for a few days; that's all. I'll
send a cab to pick him up when we get down town."
"Mr. Falkner," said Amy, when they had walked some distance in silence.
"I don't know what you think of finding me here at this hour, but I
don't want you to think me worse than I am." And then she told him the
whole story; how she had gone to the park with her friends to spend
the evening; and how they had a few refreshments. Dick ground his
teeth; he knew what those refreshments were. Then she told how her
companion had frightened her and she had run until she was exhausted
and had stopped to hide in the unfinished house. "Oh, what must you
think of me?" she said, at the point of breaking down again.
"I think just as I always have," said Dick simply. "Please calm
yourself, you're safe now." Then to occupy her mind, he told her of
the work the Young People's Society was doing, and how they missed her
there and at the Mission.
"But don't you find such things rather tiresome, you know?" she asked.
"There's not much life in those meetings seems to me; I wonder now how
I ever stood them.
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