She saw the words "Cedars House" on a gateway.

She could not open the door of the cab.

The cabman opened it.
"Blinds down here, miss!" he said, with appropriate mournfulness.
It seemed a rather large house; and every blind was drawn.

Had the incredible occurred, then?
Had this disaster befallen just her, of all the young women in the world?
She saw the figure of Sarah Gailey.
"Good afternoon," she called out calmly.

"Here I am.