"You're not a Socialist? Well, we'll make one of you." She brought
him in and showed him to a chair, saying, "I know what they did to
you; and you stood out against them! Oh, you were wonderful!
Wonderful!"
Peter was at a loss what to say. There was in this girl's voice a
note of affection, as well as of admiration; and Peter in his hard
life had had little experience with emotions of this sort. Peter had
watched the gushings and excitements of girls who were seeking
flirtations; but this girl's attitude he felt at once was not
flirtatious. Her voice tho soft, was just a trifle too solemn for a
young girl; her deep-set, wistful grey eyes rested on Peter with the
solicitude of a mother whose child has just escaped a danger.
She called: "Sadie, here's Mr. Gudge." And there entered another
girl, older, taller, but thin and pale like her sister. Jennie and
Sadie Todd were their names, Peter learned; the older was a
stenographer, and supported the family. The two girls were in a
state of intense concern. They started to question Peter about his
experiences, but he had only talked for a minute or two before the
elder went to the telephone. There were various people who must see
Peter at once, important people who were to be notified as soon as
he turned up.
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