Fog(4)

'Maybe I can help you.Which road do you want?'he asked.
'I live at 86 King Street,'Polly replied.
'Just take my hand,'said the man.'Come with me.You'll be all right.'He took Polly's hand.'Watch out for the step here.'
In his other hand the man carried a stick.Polly heard it hit the step.'I can remember some terrible fogs, but maybe that was before your time.I can't see your face,but you sound young.How old are you?'

'Just twenty,'answered Polly.
'Ah,twenty! A nice age to be.I was young once.Now we're at the crossroads.Turn left here.'
'I'm quite lost now.Are you sure you know the way?'
Polly was beginning to feel frightened again.
'Of course.You really shouldn't feel anxious.' He held her hand more firmly.
The grateful helper
'Here we are.King Streer.'He stopped.
'Thank you so much for coming to my aid,' said Polly in relief.'Would you like to come in and rest for a while?'