“What’s the matter of him? Sick?”
“Hungry, I guess.”
“Why don’t you feed him?”
“No mooney. Lost my mooney.” The plaintive foreign intonation was delicious. Laramie seized upon her helplessness.
“Hey? Where you goin’?”
“Denver. Don’t know now.”
“Yore man out there?”
“Got no man. My sister’s man send me mooney to bring baby. Now I lost my mooney. I teenk baby hungry. No breakfast.”
“Gee!” Laramie commiserated. “How long you been here?”
“Five hour. I not know what to do.” Her wondrous eyes swam.