Millard mused a minute, his vagrant thoughts running far away from Rudolph. Then recovering himself he said:
"Have you money enough for the funeral?"
"I haf fifteen dollars, already, that I haf been puttin' in the Germania Spar Bank for such a trouble. I had more as that, but we haf had bad luck. My uncle he will maybe lend me some more."
"What do you work at?"
"Mostly odd jobs. I had a place in a lumber-yard, but the man he failed up already. I am hopin' that I shall get something more steady soon."
"It will be pretty hard for you to go in debt."
"Yes," with a rueful shrug. "But we're unlucky. Poor folks 'mos' always is unlucky already."
"Well, now, you let me pay these expenses. Here's my card. Tell the undertaker to send his bill to me. He can come to the bank and inquire if he should think it not all right. But don't tell anybody about it."
"I thank you very much, very, very much, Mr. Millard; it will make my mother feel a leetle better. And I will pay you wheneffer I haf the good luck to get some money."
"Don't worry about that. Don't pay me till I ask you for it. Was Miss Callender with you when your sister died?"