Susan was glad to have company on the bare and gloomy stairs they mounted.  Mrs. Cudahy opened a double-door at the top, and they looked into the large smoke-filled room that was the “Hall.”

It was a desolate and uninviting room, with spirals of dirty, colored tissue-paper wound about the gas-fixtures, sunshine streaming through the dirty, specked windows, chairs piled on chairs against the long walls, and cuspidors set at regular intervals along the floor.  There was a shabby table set at a platform at one end.

About this table was a group of men, talking eagerly and noisily to Billy Oliver, who stood at the table looking abstractedly at various letters and papers.

At the entrance of the women, the talk died away.  Mrs. Cudahy was greeted with somewhat sheepish warmth; the vision of an extremely pretty girl in Mrs. Cudahy’s care seemed to affect these vociferous laborers profoundly.  They began confused farewells, and melted away.

“All right, old man, so long!” “I’ll see you later, Oliver,” “That was about all, Billy, I must be getting along,” “Good-night, Billy, you know where I am if you want me!” “I’ll see you later,—­good-night, sir!”

“Hello, Mrs. Cudahy—­hello, Susan!” said Billy, discovering them with the obvious pleasure a man feels when unexpectedly confronted by his womenkind.  “I think you were a peach to do that, Sue!” he said gratefully, when the special delivery letter had been read.  “Now I can get right at it, to-morrow!—­Say, wait a minute, Clem—–­”

He caught by the arm an old man,—­larger, more grizzled, even more blue of eye than was Susan’s new friend, his wife,—­and presented her to Mr. Cudahy.

“—–­My adopted sister, Clem!  Sue, he’s about as good as they come!”

“Sister, is it?” asked Mrs. Cudahy, “Whin I last heard it was cousin!  What do you know about that, Clem?”

“Well, that gives you a choice!” said Susan, laughing.

“Then I’ll take the Irishman’s choice, and have something different entirely!” the old woman said, in great good spirits, as they all went down the stairs.

“I’ll take me own gir’rl home, and give you two a chanst,” said Clem, in the street.  “That’ll suit you, Wil’lum, I dunno?”

“You didn’t ask if it would suit me,” sparkled Susan Brown.

“Well, that’s so!” he said delightedly, stopping short to scratch his head, and giving her a rueful smile.  “Sure, I’m that popular that there never was a divvle like me at all!”

“You get out, and leave my girl alone!” said William, with a shove.  And his tired face brightened wonderfully, as he slipped his hand under Susan’s arm.

“Now, Sue,” he said contentedly, “we’ll go straight to Rassette’s—­ but wait a minute—­I’ve got to telephone!”

Susan stood alone on the corner, quite as a matter of course, while he dashed into a saloon.  In a moment he was back, introducing her to a weak-looking, handsome young man, who, after a few wistful glances back toward the swinging door, walked away with them, and was presently left in the care of a busily cooking little wife and a fat baby.  Billy was stopped and addressed on all sides.  Susan found it pleasantly exciting to be in his company, and his pleasure in showing her this familiar environment was unmistakable.