Mrs. Bines arose quickly, trembling.
"There—I just knew it—it's all over?—he's been struck by one of those terrible automobiles—Oh, take me to where he is!"
"He ain't been run over—he's gone broke-lost all our money; every last cent."
"He hasn't been run over and killed?"
"He's ruined us, I tell you, Marthy,—lost every cent of our money in Wall Street."
"Hasn't he been hurt at all?—not even his leg broke or a big gash in his head and knocked senseless?"
"That boy never had any sense. I tell you he's lost all our money."
"And he ain't a bit hurt—nothing the matter with him?"
"Ain't any more hurt than you or me this minute."
"You're not fooling his mother, Uncle Peter?"