"No, Miss, she did not."
"And she didn't tell you anything about herself?" It was Grace who asked this.
"No, only in a general way. I thought, from what she said, Miss, that she had seen trouble, and was trying to get away from it. She was well dressed, and had some money. She let fall that she was traveling about, trying to find some friends she had lost track of. There was some mystery about her, of that I'm certain."
"I am too," declared Mollie. "Poor girl!"
"I'm going to look at the register," said Betty. "That may give us a clue, as the boys say."
The girls dressed for dinner, and then visited the hotel office. The maid fortunately had a good memory, and could tell the date of the girl's stay. The register of that day contained several names, but the clerk recalled the incident of the girl applying for a room. This hotel made a speciality of catering to women patrons.
"That's her name," said the young man, pointing to one in the book. "Carrie Norton."
"And it doesn't say where she is from," remarked Amy.
"I asked her about that," spoke the clerk, "and she said it did not matter. So I did not insist."
"Carrie Norton," mused Mollie, as the girls
