"That boy would take candy from the baby," swore Bartlett gently.
"You were stung, that's all. I love Billy and she loves me. I hate work, but for Billy I will work and am going to work. I love her."
"Does she know you are a tramp?"
"Does she know you are a tramp?"
"Yes."
"You haven't a cent, I suppose."
"No, but I can earn some."
"How?"
"Working."