She didn't take a train, because poor Lucy hadn't any money--and I've asked at all the stations.

And--and--along the river they say no girl answering her description has been seen." "It's strange," remarked Kenneth, thoughtfully, while the girls regarded the youth with silent sympathy.
"If you knew Lucy, sir, you'd realize how strange it is," went on young Gates, earnestly.

"She was such a gentle, shrinking girl, as shy and retiring as a child.

And she never did a thing that would cause anyone the least worry or unhappiness.

But she was out of her head, sir, and didn't know what she was about.