What must I do ?" She looked about her.

There was the same familiar aspect of Polk Street.

She could see it at the end of the alley.

The big market opposite the flat, the delivery carts rattling up and down, the great ladies from the avenue at their morning shopping, the cable cars trundling past, loaded with passengers.

She saw a little boy in a flat leather cap whistling and calling for an unseen dog, slapping his small knee from time to time.