"Well, fust off, where've ye set out fur?"
The man was uncultured, but there was a note of sincerity in his speech that impressed Marjorie, now that she was so friendless and alone.
"New York," she replied.
"Why'd ye get out at Newark?"
"I made a mistake," she confessed.
"An' what be ye goin' to do now?"
"I don't know."
"Ah, jest what I thought! An' then ye ask, how kin I help ye?"
"Well, how can you?"
Under the spur of his strong voice, Marjorie's spirits had revived the least bit, and she spoke bravely to him.