Say, I can walk.
Come with us. We'll get you something to eat, Campaspe explained. She slipped a five dollar bill into the palm of the barker, with the words. She doesn't belong here.
The barker grinned. Glad to get rid of her, lady, so easy. I couldn't leave her do another show.
The group, pressing close about to protect her from the still curious crowd, made their way slowly to the spot where the motor was parked. Once in the car, Campaspe directed her chauffeur to drive to a hotel further down the beach. The girl slid into the cushions, between John and Campaspe. The others found places.
As the car started, the girl's distrust awakened. Say, she cried, what's the idea?
You're hungry, aren't you?
I sure am.
Want something to eat?
God, yes.
Well, you're going to get it. Keep quiet for a while. You're not strong enough to talk yet.
The child offered no further resistance, but at the entrance to the dining-room of the hotel, Campaspe met with a new form of opposition. It was early, and the room was practically empty, but the costume of the young lady! Campaspe sent for the head-waiter.
