Old Jubilee was not alone.

Hurriedly out of the shadow of the Orphanage wall arose a grey-white figure--a woman.

It seemed that she had been kneeling there.

Now, as Mr.
Mortimer advanced, she stood erect, close back against the masonry, waiting for him to pass.
"'S a female," decided Mr.Mortimer, pulling himself together and advancing with a hand over his brow, the better to distinguish the glimmer of her dress.

"'S undoubtedly a female.