Like a waft as from old times, it made Hilary at once feel at home with Miss Balquidder.

Equally, Miss Balquidder might have seen something in this girl's patient, heroic, forlorn youth which reminded her of her own.

Unreasoning as these sudden attractions appear, there is often a hidden something beneath which in reality makes them both natural and probable, as was the case here.

In half an hour these two women were sitting talking like old friends; and Hilary had explained her present position, needs and desires.

They ended in the one cry--familiar to how many thousands more of helpless young women!--"I want work!" Miss Balquidder listened thoughtfully.