“Where are they from?”
“I dunno?—Some pless?—I nevva yeh dat nem biffo?”
She made a timid attempt at some word ending in “walk,” and smiled, ready to accept possible ridicule.
“Milwaukee?” asked the Doctor.
She lifted her palm, smiled brightly, pushed him gently with the tip of one finger, and nodded. He had hit the nail on the head.
“What business is he in?”
The questioner arose.
She cast a sidelong glance at him with a slight enlargement of her eyes, and, compressing her lips, gave her head a little, decided shake. The young man was not employed.
“And has no money either, I suppose,” said the physician, as they started again toward the sick-room.
She shrugged again and smiled; but it came to her mind that the Doctor might be considering his own interests, and she added, in a whisper:—