I hadn’t thought there was anything wrong in my coming from the station at that time of night with a strange man until I saw the look on Miss Susanna’s face when I told her I had done it.  If I had been a brand snatched from the burning I could not have been folded to her bosom with more fervent thanksgiving or a more pained expression, and at first, still not understanding, I thought I had done right off the worst thing a person could do in Twickenham Town.  I had walked a long way with a man who didn’t have ancestors, perhaps.  He had seemed all right to me, and I was awfully glad to have him, as otherwise I might have had to sit on my suit-case all night, for I certainly couldn’t have come up with the man who swung a lantern, and he was the only other white one in sight.  But I found out later it wasn’t lack of ancestors that caused the sudden chill which fell over us when I mentioned Mr. Eppes’s name.  It was something else and—­oh, my granny!—­the look that pretty little pink-and-white person gave me when I said what I had done!

“Oh, my dear, my dear!” Miss Susanna put her arms around me as if I were a little ewe lamb that had been lost and was found, and in the moonlight her beautiful little wrinkles reddened as if she were responsible for a most grievous calamity, “To think of your being alone at a public station at this time of night!  A young girl!  And I had promised your mother to take such good care of you!  I wouldn’t have had such a thing occur for—­”

“There hasn’t anything occurred.”  I took off my hat and fanned hard and then followed Miss Susanna up-stairs into a big square room with a big tester bed in it, and if she hadn’t been looking at me I would have climbed up in it and gone to sleep in my clothes, I was so tired; but she didn’t leave me for some time.  She couldn’t get over my walking two miles with a strange man late at night, and presently I found out she hoped I wouldn’t mention it to any one in the town, as in a little place—­

“Oh, I know—­” I sat down in another chair.  “I know little places.  I was in one once for a month.  Every one in it knew everything every other person did and didn’t do, and said and didn’t say, and if they sneezed what for, and if they didn’t sneeze why not, and it was more fun!  But I won’t tell if you don’t want me to, and did my horse come?  Father had her sent three days ago, and I hope you won’t get uneasy if I am not always back on time—­”

I stopped.  She was putting my hat on the top shelf of the biggest old mahogany wardrobe that was ever built for human apparel, and I knew right off that was one of the things the matter with pretty Miss Pink-and-White.  She was spoiled to death.  I picked up the coat I had dropped on the table and hung it up myself, and saw I would have to be the thing I hate most on earth—­an Example.  I must be careful or that precious old soul would be waiting on me just as she waits on everybody else,