She was silent, and he stood watching her nibbling the crust, while he took a pull at the spirit himself.
A notion seemed to occur to him, and he paused with the flask in his hand.
“What did ye go and jump into the water for?” he said at last, perhaps thinking that what she wanted was to “catch her death.”
And as still she was dumb, he added another to the string of his questions: “Where d’ye live?”
Then at last she answered.
“Nowhere,” said she bitterly.
He started.
“What, ain’t ye got no ’ome?” asked he.
“No,” she said.
He whistled.