She was well-dressed, in fact elegantly dressed in a quiet way, somewhat older than Kitty, but by no means as attractive.
"Why--hello, Kitty," she cried, "what's the matter!" "Oh, Annie, I'm so unstrung," replied the girl, then recollecting Constance, added, "let me introduce my friend, Mrs.Dunlap.This is Mrs.Annie Grayson, who has taken me in as a lodger and is ever so kind to me." Constance nodded, and the woman held out her hand frankly.
"Very glad to meet you," she said.

"My husband, Jim, is not at home, but we are a very happy little family up here.

Why, Kitty, what is the matter ?" The girl had turned her face down in the sofa pillows and was sobbing again.

Between sobs she blurted out the whole of the sordid story.

And as she proceeded, Annie glanced quickly from her to Constance, for confirmation.
Suddenly she rose and extended her hand to Constance.
"Mrs.Dunlap," she said, "how can I ever thank you for what you have done for Kitty?
She is almost like a sister to me.