Mrs. Grandoken ignored his speech, but when she returned from the stove, her voice was a little more gentle.
“You can both stuff your innards with hot mush. You can’t starve on that.... Here, kid, sit a little nearer!”
So Virginia Singleton, the lame cobbler, and Peggy began their first meal, facing a new day, which to Lafe was yesterday’s to-morrow.
A little later Virginia followed the wheel chair into the cobbler’s shop. Peggy grumblingly left them to return to her duties in the kitchen.
“Terrible cold day this,” Lafe observed, picking up a shoe. “The wind’s blowin’ forty miles the hour.”
Virginia’s next remark was quite irrelevant to the wind.
“I’m hoping Mrs. Peggy’ll get the money she was talking about.”
“Did she tell you she needed some?”
Virginia nodded, and when she spoke again, her tongue was parched and dry.
“She said she had to have money to-night. I hope she gets it; if she doesn’t I can’t stay and live with you.”