But in the next moment she remembered that she did not know where the girl lived, and if she lost sight of her now, might not again come across her for weeks or months.
So putting on her hat and cloak hurriedly, she waited until she heard Pinky going down stairs, and then came out noiselessly, and followed her into the street.

She had to be quick in her movements, for Pinky, hot with anger, was dashing off at a rapid speed.

For three or four blocks Mrs.Bray kept her in view; but there being only a few persons in the street, she had to remain at a considerable distance behind, so as not to attract her attention.

Suddenly, she lost sight of Pinky.

She had looked back on hearing a noise in the street; turning again, she could see nothing of the girl.