I've noticed her ever since the train left Chicago, and she is always in the same seat in that tourist coach.

I wonder why she doesn't get out for a bit of fresh air now and then." Beth looked up at the fair, girlish face that gazed wistfully from the window.

The unknown seemed very young--not more than fourteen or fifteen years of age.

She wore a blue serge suit of rather coarse weave, but it was neat and becoming.

Around the modest, sweet eyes were deep circles, denoting physical suffering or prolonged worry; yet the lips smiled, wanly but persistently.