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16 of them, or was it done to keep any passers-by from staring at her?"

"I don't know," carelessly. "Probably she is ill."

"Ill? Do you think so, Dick? I am going to speak to her,," [sic] declared Penelope, impulsively.

"Don't, I wouldn't," urged Dick.

"But I will," declared Penelope.

"You don't know anything about her," he continued pleadingly. "She may have been out all night, or you can't tell but perhaps she has been drinking too much, and if you wake her she will doubtless make it unpleasant for you."

"How uncharitable you are," indignantly exclaimed Penelope, who feared no one. She had spent much time and money in doing deeds of charity, and she had met all sorts and conditions of women. That a woman was in trouble and she could help her, was all Penelope cared to know.