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illa was probably going to make some protest,
but Mrs. Woods calmly set the basket inside of
the door, whose handle she took to close it.
"How are you today, Mrs. Savilla?" she asked.

The reply was made in a foreign tongue, but
the question was evidently understood. With
a puzzled look the apparently aged woman re-
garded the basket; and Mrs. Woods, backing
out, gently closed the door. "Rosie will come
home and find it and then she'll come to see me,
and it will be too late to give it back; see?"

Betty tried to thank Mrs. Woods, and wishing
her a pleasant Thanksgiving, the trio hurried
away. Betty knew now where she had seen the
name Savilla. But it might not mean anything.
There were probably others of that name among
the foreigners of the city. But the dark tragic
eyes of the old lady haunted her.

Lilian wanted to know what had happened
and listened to Kathryn's full report, with vivid
descriptions. "That certainly was the most mys-
terious old lady I've ever seen," said Kathryn.

"I'll say the most tragic," said Betty.

In her turn Lilian had much to say about
what the policeman had told Chauncey. "The
street where we were," said Lilian as they
swiftly left the district, "is pretty good, the po-
liceman said, with people mostly quiet except

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