I've got you on my mind.

Don't you fret." She gave him a bright smile of relief.

They were passing through a double row of what seemed to her stately residences, and there were few people on the sidewalks.

The air, too, was clearer, though the walls were grimy and also the grass in the occasional tiny front yards.

But the curtains at the windows looked clean and fresh, and so did the better class of people among those on the sidewalk.