"I am going to the hotel." "Stranger in town?
What hotel do you go to ?" "I don't know," said Gypsy, hurriedly.

The car was just stopping, and she rose and tried to pass him.
"I will show you the way," he said, standing up, and reeling slightly as he tried to walk.

Gypsy, in despair, looked for the conductor.

He was nowhere to be seen.

The crowd passed out, quite careless of the frightened child, or regarding her only with a curious stare.
"It's only a little way," said the man, with an oath.
"Why, sakes a massy, if this ain't Gypsy Breynton!" Gypsy turned, with a cry of joy, at hearing her name, and fairly sprang into Mrs.Surly's arms.
"Why, where on airth did you come from, Gypsy Breynton ?" "I came from Boston, and that man is drunk, and,--oh, dear! I'm so glad to see you, and I've got to go to a hotel, and I didn't know what mother would say, and where did you come from ?" said Gypsy, talking very fast.
"I come from my sister Lucindy's, down to Bellows Falls, and I'm going to Cousin Mary Ann Jacobs to spend the night." "Oh!" said Gypsy, wistfully.
"I don't see how a little gal like you ever come to be on a night train alone," said Mrs.Surly, with a keen, curious look at Gypsy's face; "but I know your ma'd never let you go to a hotel this time o' night, and Mary Ann she'd be delighted to see you; so you'd better come along." Gypsy was so happy and so thankful, she could fairly have kissed her,--even her, Mrs.Surly.Cousin Mary Ann received her hospitably, and the evening and the night passed quickly away.