Virginia eyed the miserable figure of the girl with a feeling that she was afraid would grow into disgust.
Finally a thought possessed her that she could not escape.

What was to hinder her from taking Loreen home with her?
Why should not this homeless, wretched creature, reeking with the fumes of liquor, be cared for in Virginia's own home instead of being consigned to strangers in some hospital or house of charity?
Virginia really knew very little about any such places of refuge.

As a matter of fact, there were two or three such institutions in Raymond, but it is doubtful if any of them would have taken a person like Loreen in her present condition.

But that was not the question with Virginia just now.

"What would Jesus do with Loreen ?" That was what Virginia faced, and she finally answered it by touching the girl again.
"Loreen, come.