Vincent:
This child is going to die. You got to help it. If you do not send me some money for him right away, I will go out after you and get it. I don’t care if you are hard up. You can get it somewhere, and you got to. This child will die if you don’t.
Angelica.
"Deary," said her mother, "I don’t think it’s any good."
"It is!" Angelica assured her. "He’s got to pay!"
III
An answer came quickly enough. Angelica smiled grimly as she saw the envelope. She and her mother were sitting together over their supper of tinned pork and beans, Mrs. Kennedy eating with one hand while she held the fitfully sleeping baby.
"Now we’ll see," said Angelica. "It’s always a guess with that feller. You never know what he’ll say."
Vincent wrote thus:
Angelica: