At first the inscription gave her no information.

She pursed her lips and shook her head.
"I do not recognize the address," said she, smiling, as she turned toward me.
"Is it this door on M Street, as you go beyond this other street ?" I asked her.

"Come--think!" Then I thought I saw the flush deepen on her face, even as the match flickered and failed.
I leaned out of the door and called to the negro driver.

"Home, now, boy--and drive fast!" She made no protest..