As soon as I am ready I will go to the depot and wait there." Patsy looked at her reflectively.

The poor child was called upon to solve a queer problem--one which might well have bewildered the brain of a more experienced person.
"Tell me," she said; "why should you go to Leadville at all, now that you have no friend or relative there to care for you ?" "My ticket is to Leadville, you know," replied Myrtle.

"If I did not go I would waste the money it cost." Patsy laughed at this.
"You're a wonderfully impractical child," she said, deftly assisting Myrtle to finish dressing.

"What you really need is some one to order you around and tell you what to do.

So you must stop thinking about yourself, for a time, and let _us_ do the thinking.