It was that blessed _tact_ that made Wynifred Mallory say that. It was the sure way to Polly Jarley's heart; and Wyn's words and way opened the door wide and Polly took her in. "You--you _blessed_ creature!" cried the boatman's daughter. "I know you must have been 'specially sent to comfort me. I _was_ so miserable." "Of course I was sent," declared Wyn. She did not propose to tell her new acquaintance that she had observed her in Erad's store and had looked for her all over Market Street. "Such things are meant to be. If we trust to God we surely shall have release from our difficulties. That is just as sure as the day follows the night," declared Wyn, with simple, straight-forward faith. "And just see how it is proved in this case. You were in trouble, and sat here crying, and needed somebody to help you. And I came along perfectly willing and able to help you, and you are going to be helped." "I _am_ helped!" declared Polly. "You just put the courage back into me. I didn't know what to do----" "Do you know any better now?" demanded Wyn, quickly. "We--ell, I----" "That doesn't sound as though you had _quite_ made up your mind," said Wyn, with a little laugh. "Never mind. I can stand even going back home with my hands empty, better than before I met you," declared Polly, bravely. "But you won't go back home empty-handed." "Oh, Wyn! Can you get me work?" "No, not here. Nor do I believe you ought to leave your father alone up there for so long. I expect he is not very well yet?" "No. He is not," admitted Polly. "Then, you go home. That is the best place for you, anyway. But before you go you shall make such purchases as you may need----" Polly drew away from her along the seat, and her gray eyes grew brighter. "Oh, Miss Mallory!" she murmured. "Don't do _that_." "Don't do what?" demanded Wyn. "Don't spoil it all." "Spoil what-all?" cried Wyn, in exasperation. "I'm not going to spoil anything. But you listen to me. This is sense." "I--I couldn't take charity from _you_--a stranger." "I offer to lend you twenty dollars. You can pay it back when you choose." "Twenty dollars! You lend me twenty dollars?" "Yes. I have quite some spending money given to me, and I have been saving nearly all of it for some time. So I can easily spare it." "But I don't know when I can repay you." "I can tell you, then. You can pay me back this very summer." "This summer, miss?" "Don't call me 'miss'!" cried Wyn, in greater exasperation. "I have told you my name is 'Wyn'! And I mean exactly what I say. This is a perfectly straight business proposition," and she laughed her full-throated laugh that made even Polly Jarley, in her trouble, smile. "Then your business, Wyn Mallory, must be the saving of people from trouble--is that it? For there is no reason in what you say you will do--Oh, I can't accept it. It would be charity!" cried Polly, again clasping Wyn's hands.