What had she done?
She began now, too, to wonder where she should spend the night.

The train went only as far as Rutland, and it would be late and dark when she reached the town--far too late for a little girl to be travelling alone, and to spend a night in a strange hotel, in a strange place.

What should she do?
As the afternoon passed, and the twilight fell, and the lamps were lighted, and people hurried out at way-stations to safe and waiting homes, her loneliness and anxiety increased.

Just before entering Rutland, a young man, dressed in a dandyish manner, and partially intoxicated, entered the car, and took the empty seat by Gypsy.

She did not like his looks, and moved away slightly, turning to look out of the window.
"No offense, I hope ?" said the man, with a foolish smile; "the car was full." Gypsy made no reply.
"Travelling far ?" he said, a moment after.
"To Rutland, sir," said Gypsy, feeling very uneasy, as she perceived the odor of rum, and wishing he would not talk to her.
"Friends there ?" said the man again.
"N--no, sir," said Gypsy, reluctantly.