"I got my uncle in jail in Napoli," she said very quietly.
"I'm sorry," he answered simply. "But what of it? They had my brother Steve in Pontiac once."
"My uncle he killed the man that spoilt his daughter."
"That ain't nothing to be ashamed of, Aggie," he spoke kindly, seeking to console her, and took her small and stubby hand gently in his long sinewy ones; "he done right."
She never let him know, for her dignity, how low she once had feared he held her, and she kissed him goodnight many times.
"They say you people are good to their women, Moxey," she whispered. "Ours ain't, always." She paused. "Gee, my pa'll have a fit."
Moxey laughed. "Mine too, I guess," said he, "but we won't have to ask them for nothing, understand."
XII
MOXEY'S SISTER
"You'll stand up with me, won't you?" Moxey asked, a bit anxiously.