He reflected with dismay that he had only his Wardway tickets, and about three dollars beside.

It was now dark.

The vaguest visions of what they were to do in New York were in his head.

The fare to New York was a little over a dollar; he had only enough to take them all in, then what next?
He took out his pocket-book, but Gladys looked around quickly.
"She's got a whole book of tickets," she said.
However, Wollaston, who was proud, started to pay the conductor, but he had reached Maria first, and she had said "Three," peremptorily.
Then she handed the book to Wollaston, with the grim little ghost of a smile.

"You please keep this," said she.