A flush went over the pallid face.
“No,” she replied quietly.
“Do you want to go back to her?”
“O, no, no!” with a note of terror in the voice. “I couldn’t live with her no more.”
“Have you any friends?”
There was a hesitating look, but the child did not answer. Had she any friend? Yes, Patsey.
“How would you like to go to some of the Homes? You would be well treated and taught some trade,” the nurse ventured kindly.
“I can work for myself,” returned Dil, with quiet decision. “I can keep house, an’ tend babies, an’ wash an’ iron.”
“Would you like a nice place in the country?”
“I want to stay in the city,” she said slowly. “There’s some one I want to see. It’s ’bout my little sister that’s dead. I can soon get some work.”