CHAPTER XIX
POOR DOLLY!
“I wish I knew,” was the boy’s sad reply to his sister’s question.
Fired by the sight of his deep depression, Desiré put her wits to work to find a way out of this latest catastrophe.
“Perhaps I could get some work in the shipyards in town,” began her brother before she had arrived at any solution of the problem.
“But if Dolly gets well in a few days, would that pay?”
“I don’t think she will—at least not so as to be ready for the road. You see, Dissy, it’s going to take an awful lot of what we’ve made so far to pay the doctor; and while we’re held up here, nothing is coming in, and living expenses go on.”
“That’s so.”
“If I could get a job in the yards for two or three weeks, it would mean a lot to us.”
“We would stay here, and you’d go back and forth every day?”
“Yes, that is if you wouldn’t be afraid—”