“How’s that?” asked Mike incredulously.
“You’ve got work to do, and I am earning nothing.”
“If you’ve got money enough to buy a box and brush, you can go in with me.”
“I don’t think I should like it, Mike. It would spoil my clothes, and I am afraid I wouldn’t have money enough to buy others.”
“I keep my dress suit at home—the one I wear to parties.”
“Haven’t you got any father or mother, Mike? How does it happen that you are living in New York alone?”
“My farder is dead, and me mudder, she married a man wot ain’t no good. He’d bate me till I couldn’t stand it. So I just run away.”
“Where does your mother live?”
“In Albany.”
“Some time when you earn money enough you can ask her to come here and live with you.”