"I'll run and tap at Sissie's door and tell her. Ozzie's with her. You'd better go straight to bed."
"I'm hungry."
Eve made a deprecating and expostulatory noise with her tongue against her upper teeth.
"I'll bring you something to eat. At least I'll try to find something," said she.
"And are you sleeping here, too? Where?" Mr. Prohack demanded when Eve crept into Charlie's old bedroom with a tray in her hands.
"I had to stay. I couldn't leave the girl. I'm sleeping in her old room."
"The worst of these kids' rooms," said Mr. Prohack, with an affectation of calm, "is that there are no easy chairs in them. It never struck me before. Look here, you sit on the bed and put the tray down there, and I'll occupy this so-called chair. Now, I don't want any sermons. And what is more, I can't eat unless you do. But I tell you I'm very hungry. So would you be, if you'd had my day."
"You won't sleep if you eat much."
"I don't care if I don't. Is this whiskey? What—bread and cheese? The simple life! I'm not used to it.... Where are you off to?"
"There came a letter for you. I brought it along. It's in the other bedroom."