At the third heart-breaking disappointment, Billy wrung her hands helplessly.
"I don't see how there can be--so many--utterly _useless_ people in the world!" she choked.

Then, thoroughly chilled and sick at heart, she went into the house and closed the door.
Once again, back and forth, back and forth, Billy took up her weary vigil.

She still wore the heavy coat.

She had forgotten to take it off.
Her face was pitifully white and drawn.

Her eyes were wild.