"Go to a police-station to find my little sister!" said she.

"What would I go there for ?" "Yes, what do you suppose that kid has did ?" asked Gladys.
"What would I go there for ?" demanded Maria, flashing the light of her excited, strained little face upon the boy.
Maria no longer looked pretty.

She no longer looked even young.

Lines of age were evident around her mouth, her forehead was wrinkled.

The boy fairly started at the sight of her.