listening. She looked up at him in bewilderment, but at the same instant, seeing another young man similarly dressed bearing a tray of muffins and tea to a lady and gentleman near by, she said: —

“I would like tea, please.”

“W’ot kind, ma’m?” She did not care what kind, nor know for what to ask, only to have something soon, so she said: —

“I will take what they have.”

“Yes, ma’m. Muffins, ma’m?”

“Yes,” she replied wearily, and turned to gaze out of the window. Cabs and carriages were rushing up and down the street below them. She placed her little son on the seat beside her and held him with sheltering arm, while he watched the moving vehicles and looked from them to his mother’s