d:

"Hullo, Lily! That's a good girl! Quick!"

Lily leaped into the carriage with a bound. Glass-Eye, entangled in her
parcels, had, amid general laughter, to be dragged by main force, through
the narrow doorway, like a piece of luggage. Oof, just in time ... Off
they were!

In the railway-carriage was nothing but gaiety and handshaking and
ingenuous questions:

"Traveling by yourself? Where's Trampy? And your Pa and Ma? So you're not
dead, eh?"

"Certainly not," said Lily. "If they had come to annoy me at the station,
I'd have shown them if I was alive or dead! I was ready for them!"

And she brandished her umbrella.

Then she had to make herself comfortable, to find room for all her
belongings as best she could. Lily pushed Glass-Eye about, like a fine
lady used to being waited on:

"Here, take my hat, Glass-Eye; hang it up. Take my wrist-bag. Wait, give
me my handkerchief first!"

To look at Lily, all fresh and rosy, one would never have suspected the
trials she had passed through, but a few days ago. Still quite flustered
with that hurried departure, she smiled as she watched the Three Graces,
who, on their side, were carefully folding up their cloaks. And the train
rushed on, rushed on through deep cuttings, dashed through deserted
stations ... and then, suddenly, entered a tunnel. Lily, but for the noise
of the wheels, would have seen herself as she had been that night. Oh, she
would never forget it! It clutched at her heart. She clenched her fists
with anger. Turned out by Trampy! Insulted by her Ma! Flouted by Jimmy,
that mean cur! Oh, when she left his place, a few days ago, she felt like
a madwoman! Her first idea was to disappear, to take a header into the
black water! But, ugh, the mud, the cold! And then the hospital, with
those people who cut you up! She must also show Pa and Ma whether it was
through her gentlemen friends that she meant to earn more by herself alone
than they and all their rotten troupe put together. Perhaps Pa and Ma
would come to her, one day, to beg their bread! But Ma must first ask
Lily's pardon on her knees. On her knees, damn it! And, in despair,
inwardly raging, her chest aching with grief and spite, Lily, penniless,
but brave for all that and ready for the fray, returned to her hotel,
where, to her great surprise, she found some one waiting for her, with a
parcel in her hand.

Lily recognized Glass-Eye.

It was, indeed, poor Glass-Eye. When she heard what had happen