A garden some day to play in, this mad city far away, a home of her own; would it ever happen?
The bell rang.

She wasn't going to like this caller for taking her away from these roses, the first she had received in a long time--roses she could keep and not toss out the window.

For it must not be understood that Kitty was never besieged.
Outside stood a well-dressed gentleman, older than Cutty, with shrewd, inquiring gray eyes and a face with strong salients.
"Pardon me, but I am looking for a man by the name of Stephen Gregory.

I was referred by the janitor to you.

You are Miss Conover ?" "Yes," answered Kitty.