"
"You are very busy then?" asked Dick, hiding the pain her words caused
him.
"Oh yes; with our whist club, box parties, dances and dinners, I'm so
tired out when Sunday comes I just want to sleep all day. But one must
look after one's social duties, you know, or be a nobody; and our set
is such a jolly crowd that there's always something going."
"And you have forgotten your class at the Mission altogether?" Dick
asked.
"Oh no, I saw one of the little beggars on the street this summer. It
was down near the Mission building, and don't you know, we were out
driving, a whole party of us, and the little rascal shouted: 'Howdy,
Miss Goodrich.' I thought I would faint. Just fancy. And the folks did
guy me good. The gentlemen wanted to know if he was one of my flames,
and the girls all begged to be introduced; and don't you know, I got
out of it by telling them that it was the child of a woman who scrubs
for us."
Dick said nothing. "Could it be possible?" he asked himself, "that
this was the girl who had been such a worker in the church." And then
he thought of the change in his own life in the same period of time;
a change fully as great, though in another direction. "It don't take
long to go either way if one only has help enough," he said, half
aloud.
"What are you saying, Mr. Falkner?" asked Amy.
"It's not far home now," answered Dick, and they fell into silence
again.
As they neared the Goodrich mansion, Amy clasped Dick's arm with both
her little hands: "Mr.
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