"Is she really away from home ?" "Am I likely to tell you a lie?
My mother is from home." The strange girl had been sitting on the grass.

Now she rose, pushed back her thick hair, and fixed her eyes on Catherine.

Catherine again noticed the singular brightness, the half-wild light in her eyes.
Suddenly it was quenched by great tears.

They splashed down on her cheeks, and made clean channels where the dust had lain.
"I am deadly tired," she said, with a half moan.
"Listen, Josephine," said Catherine.

"You shall not spend your night here.