They shrank through the door.
The woman sobbed once or twice on the stairs, but Caroline patted the flannel bundle excitedly.
They had rounded the corner in a moment, and the woman pointed ahead with her free hand.
"Is that the automobile?" she asked.
Caroline nodded. The brougham stood empty and alone where she had left it.
"They're not back yet!" she cried in disgust, "the idea!"
"Maybe they're looking for you," Mrs. Ufford said shortly.
"Aren't you glad we've got it?" Caroline inquired timidly. "I am, awfully. I didn't expect to get such a good one, so soon," she went on more easily, "but I don't like that man much. He's so cross."
"Child, child, you don't know what you're talkin' about!" the woman cried impatiently. "He's not cross — but his heart's just about broke. He thinks more money would've saved her. And I guess he's right about that. She was a soft little thing. But she stuck to him."
They walked a few steps in silence.
