“He’ll get his foot frostbitten sitting here without any shoe on,” said Agnes.
“I’ll keep a good fire goin’,” said the girl, shortly.
“And stay here all night—in the open?” cried Agnes, horror-stricken at such a thought.
“Where else?” snapped Barnabetta. “There’s no place to go. We’ve got no friends, anyway. And we’ve mighty little money. We expected to steal a ride South, and sleep in farmers’ barns, and the like. We’ve done it before. But we’ve never been so bad off as this.”
She said all this too low for her father to hear. She added: “Pop always had his health and strength before.”
“Oh, dear me!” groaned Agnes, impulsively. “I wish Neale were here.”
“Oh!” ejaculated the circus girl, sharply. “What Neale’s that?”
Agnes remained silent, sorry that she had spoken so thoughtlessly.
“I might have known you were one of those girls,” added Barnabetta.
“What girls?” asked Agnes, curiously.