I don't know a soul in this town.

I only know that I want to go to Overton College more than I ever wanted anything else in my life.

Do you suppose there's a chance for me to live at Harlowe House and study?
I've walked over a hundred miles to find out," finished the queer little stranger pleadingly.
"'Over a hundred miles!'" repeated Grace and Emma in chorus.
The girl nodded solemnly.
"You poor child!" exclaimed Emma Dean impulsively.

"If your wish to be an Overton girl brought you that distance on foot, I should say you ought to have all the chance there is.

At any rate you have applied to the proper authority.