"If I was you, I'd go back home--and wait." Susan shrank within herself.

"I can't do that," she said.
The young man thought awhile, then said: "If you should go to my aunt's, you can say Mr.Ellison sent you.

No, that ain't me.
It's the boss.

You see, a respectable boarding house asks for references." Susan colored deeply and her gaze slowly sank.

"I didn't know that," she murmured.
"Don't be afraid.