“Assuredly I will,” she replied, heartily. “I'm happy to have the opportunity to help you. How much will you need for immediate use? Five hundred dollars?”
“Oh no, not so much as that,” he replied. “Just railroad fare home, and then to Kansas, and to pay board while I get well, you know, and look around.”
“We'll make it five hundred, anyway,” she replied, and, rising, she went toward the library. “Excuse me a moment.” She wrote the check and, returning, gave it to him.
“You're very good,” he said, rather low.
“Not at all,” replied Carley. “You have no idea how much it means to me to be permitted to help you. Before I forget, I must ask you, can you cash that check here in New York?”
“Not unless you identify me,” he said, ruefully, “I don't know anyone I could ask.”
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