“You—you better leave Sam out,” she said miserably. “He has ter be left out o’ most things. Sam—drinks.”
“Oh, but we aren’t going to leave Sam out,” retorted Margaret, brightly; and at the cheery tone Patty raised her head.
“He didn’t used ter be left out, once—when I married him eight years ago,” she declared. “We worked in the mill—both of us, an’ done well.”
“Here?”
Patty turned her eyes away. All the animation fled from her face and left it gray and pinched.
“No. We hain’t been here but two years. We jest kind of drifted here from the last place. We don’t never stay long—in one place.”
“And the twins—where are they?”
A spasm of pain tightened Patty’s lips.
“I don’t know,” she said.