"Look again, Bob; for that is the woman you saw in the carriage, and that is the child." So I took up a photograph and looked at it long. The face had something more dangerous than beauty in it--the face of a Cleopatra with a look in the deep restless eyes I did not fancy; but I did not tell that to Larry Moore. Then I put it back in its place and turned and said gravely: "Are you sure that you want to tell me, Larry Moore?" "I do," he said. "Sit down." He did not seek preliminaries, as I should have done, but began at once, simply and directly--doubtless he was retelling the story more to himself than to me. "She was called Fanny Montrose," he said, "a slip of a girl, with wonderful golden hair, and big black eyes that made me tremble, the day I went into the factory at Bridgeport, the day I fell in love. 'I'm Larry Moore; you may have heard of me,' I said, going straight up to her when the whistle blew that night, 'and I'd like to walk home with you, Fanny Montrose.' "She drew back sort of quick, and I thought she'd been hearing tales of me up in Fall River; so I said: 'I only meant to be polite. You may have heard a lot of bad of me, and a lot of it's true, but you never heard of Larry Moore's being disrespectful to a lady,' and I looked her in the eye and said: 'Will you let me walk home with you, Fanny Montrose?' "She swung on her foot a moment, and then she said: 'I will.' "I heard a laugh go up at that, and turned round, with the bit in my teeth; but it was only the women, and you can't touch them. Fanny Montrose hurried on, and I saw she was upset by it, so I said humbly: 'You're not sorry now, are you?' "'Oh, no,' she said. "'Will you catch hold of my arm?' I asked her. "She looked first in my face, and then she slipped in her hand so prettily that it sent all the words from my tongue. 'You've just come to Bridgeport, ain't you?' she said timidly. "'I have,' I said, 'and I want you to know the truth. I came because I had to get out of Fall River. I had a scrap--more than one of them.' "'Did you lick your man?' she said, glancing at me. "'I licked every one of them, and it was good and fair fighting--if I was on a tear,' I said; 'but I'm ashamed of it now.' "'You're Larry Moore, who pitched on the Fall Rivers last season?' she said. "'I am.' "'You can pitch some!' she said with a nod. "'When I'm straight I can.' "'And why don't you go at it like a man then? You could get in the Nationals,' she said. "'I've never had anyone to work for--before,' I said. "'We go down here; I'm staying at Keene's boarding-house,' she said at that. "I was afraid I'd been too forward; so I kept still until we came to the door. Then I pulled off my hat and made her a bow and said: 'Will you let me walk home with you steady, Fanny Montrose?'