lost all of it, I did! Strewth! I 'm glad I've found yer--" and she
stopped, choking with her sobs and sniffs, rubbing her face in her sack.

"Here is your sovereign," Dart said, handing it to her.

She dropped the corner of the sack and looked up with a queer laugh.

"Did yer find a copper? Did yer give him in charge?"

"No," answered Dart. "He was worse off than you. He was starving. I
took this from him; but I gave him some money and told him to meet us at
Apple Blossom Court."

She stopped short and drew back a pace to stare up at him.

"Well," she gave forth, "y' ARE a queer one!"

And yet in the amazement on her face he perceived a remote dawning of an
understanding of the meaning of the thing he had done.

He had spoken like a man in a dream. He felt like a man in a dream,
being led in the thick mist from place to place. He was led back to the
coffee-stand, where now Barney, the proprietor, was pouring out coffee
for a hoarse-voiced coster girl with a draggled feather in her hat, who
greeted their arrival hilariously.

"Hello, Glad!" she cried out. "Got yer suvrink back?"

Glad--it seemed to be the creature's wild name--nodded, but held close
to her companion's side, clutching his coat.