When she yawned, he took her out to the boulevard and walked at her side
toward the shabby house. They reached the steps, and Charlotte began to
cry.
"What's the matter?"
"I was goin' to thank you, but I don't know how. It was too nice of you.
An' now I suppose I'll never see you again."
"Don't be silly. I'll show up at eight in the morning and we'll have
breakfast together."
Charlotte looked into his face wistfully. "Say, kid, be a good guy and
take me to your hotel, will you? I'm scared I'll lose you."