She gave a sort of wail. He was still speaking, but she didn’t care what he said. She hung up the receiver and went out into the street again. Somehow this seemed to her the very worst blow that had fallen on her, the greatest cruelty of her destiny. To have got, in the blackness of her despair, this glorious hope, and to have it destroyed almost before it had breathed! It occurred to her that there was one more desperate chance. She went hurrying home again. "Mommer!" she said. "Where’s your money?" "I haven’t any money, Angie, as well you know." "You have!" "Only just the bit that’s to last us through the week." "Give it to me, quick!" She snatched up the flat little purse and rushed out again, pushing her hair up under her hat as she ran. She didn’t quite know where to look. She sought in vain along Sixth Avenue, then crossed to Fifth, and found there what she wanted--an empty taxicab, cruising along Madison Square. "Say!" she called. "Taxi!" The man stopped and looked at her suspiciously. A queer-looking thing she was to hail a cab! "I want to go out to Baycliff," she said. "You better walk, then," he said. "It’s cheaper." "Oh, you’ll get paid, all right!" said Angelica. "The people out there’ll pay you good and give you a tip." He shook his head. "I guess not," he said doubtfully. "You better find some one else. I’m married. I can’t afford to take no chances. Where’d I be, if I wasn’t to get paid? A long run like that, and got to come back empty!" Angelica recalled something which had been mentioned in one of Mrs. Russell’s long stories. "Look here!" she said. "It’s the law. You got to take passengers." "Not outside the city limits I haven’t," said the man. They were both a little uneasy, as neither of them felt at all sure as to what laws there might or might not be; but Angelica in her desperation was resourceful. "You let me in," she said, "and I’ll fix it up with the people out there. See, I’ll give you two dollars now, but I won’t tell them I gave you anything, and they’ll pay you and give you a tip, too. I’m the waitress out there, and they’ll be darned glad to see me back. You didn’t ought to worry. You’d ought to know I wouldn’t risk getting locked up just for the sake of a ride. No one would take a chance like that." "Well, they do, all the same," said the driver. "It wouldn’t do me no good to get you locked up--not if you didn’t have no money." "It’s only people out on a joy ride that do that," said she. "Where’d be the sense in me doing that--taking a ride all alone and then getting locked up?" He wavered, and she hurriedly got out the two dollars--earned by long hours of scrubbing by Mrs. Kennedy--and gave them to the chauffeur. He was now practically won; her insistence overcame his weak will, her two dollars charmed him. Moreover, he liked her, she was so frank and so much in earnest. "All right," he said. "Get in! Now mind you treat me fair--I’m taking a big risk for you!"