"Oh! Then we can go together, can't we?" and the little girl held out her hand impulsively.
"Certainly we can," said the young electrician, as he took the hand. "Come on." And off they started through the light snow, for the place where they might board the proper street car.
"It was very kind of you to help me," went on the little miss, heartily. "I shan't forget you, and I am going to tell papa Brice all about it when I get home."
"Brice!" exclaimed Franklin, catching at the name. "Is that your papa's name?"
"He isn't my real papa, but he's just as good to me as if he was," the little girl hastened to correct herself by saying. "I've lived with him a long time now, and he treats me splendidly."
"And what is his full name?"
"Belden Brice. He hasn't any middle name, and neither have I. My name is Cora Brice. Don't you think that a nice name? I do."
"A very nice name indeed. Then you live in Paterson?"
"Why, how did you know that?"
"I know Mr. Brice. I am on my way to visit him now."
"What, at our house? How strange!"
"No, not at your house, but at his office, He asked me to come."
"Then if you are coming to Paterson you must
