"A swell bunch from the north, railroad fellows with plenty of coin. Some good time, kid. Come on at once. Let's don't stand here and be looked at." She was in a trance now. She couldn't stand there; she was aware of that. That would be worse. How to get out, she did not know, for she had now forgotten how she came in. But she had no notion of following Miss Jones. No. She would go to Mother Jane's--no, she would go to Jacobs. Jacobs? _Who_ were they? Oh, yes. She remembered now. And when she knew the Jacobs, she had known them for _the truth_. If she went to them and told them she had just came from the----oh, no, no, no! She couldn't go to Jacobs.... But now she had it. She would go to Sidney Wyeth.... Yes, that was where she would go. He would welcome her. He would be good to her; while she--she--_would tell him everything_--yes, _everything_. Oh, she was glad she had thought of him in time. Because if she had waited a little longer, she _might not be fit_ to go to him. They were going now, Miss Jones and she. Miss Jones was going, where? She didn't know, but she, Mildred Latham was going to her lover, Sidney Wyeth. Oh, how she loved him--she had always loved him; but now she loved him more than ever. And she was going to him, and when she arrived, the first thing she would do, would be to get on her knees, as she did when a little girl, at her prayers. She would tell him all. All the truth from the time she was old enough to remember, until today. Yes, she would tell _him all_. She would show him how faithfully she had worked in the sale of his book. And she would tell him how she had been driven from place to place, until she had no home nor friends; but, withal, she had remained clean. _Clean?_ Yes, that was why she had struggled so. She had fought _everything_, to keep clean.... And he, oh, he--would be happy. Oh, he would be _so_ happy. And then they would both--yes, _both_ go to the _Rosebud Country_ together. Wouldn't that be delightful? They would go to the _Rosebud Country_ together and live happily. "Here we are," she heard Miss Jones saying. She rapped on the door in a peculiar fashion. Presently the door opened, but no one stood beside it or behind it. It had opened from the top of a stair, which they mounted the moment they entered. This led to somewhere, but she followed.