"He hasn't anything to send."
Elfie bounded with indignant surprise.
"What? Then what does he think you're going to live on—asphalt croquettes with conversation sauce?"
Sinking down on a chair, Laura gave way again.
"I don't know—I don't know!" she cried, sobbing.
Elfie went over to her friend and placed her arms about her.
"Don't be foolish, dearie. You know there is somebody waiting for you—somebody who'll be good to you and get you out of this mess."
Laura looked up quickly.
"You mean Will Brockton?" she said, fixing her companion with a steady stare.
"Yes."