When she left the house the purse had held a nickel and a dollar.

She had spent the nickel for car fare and left the dollar at the bank.

Nothing was in it now but the shilling, and that was not a coin of the realm, even had she been willing to spend it.
She would have to walk home.
"Now I _am_ in for an adventure," she groaned, looking helplessly around at the hundreds of strange faces sweeping past her.

"It's like 'water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink.' People, people everywhere, and not a soul that I dare speak to." Knowing that she could never find her way home should she undertake to walk all those miles, and that she would attract unpleasant attention if she stood there much longer, she started to stroll on, trying to decide what to do next.

One block, two blocks and nearly three were passed, and she had reached no decision, when she came upon a motherly-looking woman and two half-grown girls, who had stopped in front of a window to look at a display of hats, marked down to half price.