"Stone deaf," said Martha, "among me own sorrows. But you're all in black."
"I lost my father, too."
Old Martha made a soft, crooning sound of pity.
"So," and Miss Joy tried to speak bravely. "I live all alone now, and—"
"Have ye no money?"
"Not a penny, Martha. I had a job as a reporter until they asked me to do things that I wouldn't do."
"And when did you lose this job?"
"Day before yesterday."
"And now?"
"Oh, something will turn up."