"Oh, dear! there's that poor creature," murmured Janice. "And I haven't been to see how his family is."
"Who—Jim Narnay's family?" asked Nelson.
"Yes."
"You'd better keep away from such people, Janice," the young man said urgently.
"Why?"
"You don't want to mix with such folk, my dear," repeated the young man, shaking his head. "What good can it do? The fellow is a drunken rascal and not worth striving to do anything for."
"But his family? The poor little children?" said Janice, softly.
"If you give them money, Jim'll drink it up."
"I believe that," admitted Janice. "So I won't give them money. But I can buy things for them that they need. And the poor little baby is sick. That cunning Sophie told me so."
"Goodness, Janice!" laughed Nelson, yet with some small vexation. "I see there's no use in opposing your charitable instincts. But I really wish you would not get acquainted with every rag-tag and bob-tail in town. First those Trimminses—and now these Narnays!"