"I want to be helped out until I am well enough to work. My children are hungry. They have had no breakfast to-day and there isn't any supper for them either."
"That's the real stuff—her children. The more kids, the easier the money. I tell you, some class to them, my friend."
Cram looked at her and then at the application, and after a moment's thought he wrote on top of it, in blue pencil:
"To be investigated."
"Go home," he said to the woman.
"But Mr. ——"
"Go home, I say. We'll take care of it. That's all, don't stay here any longer, don't get me angry."
"But I told you my children are hungry and cold—"
"I am not a groceryman—go home. I have no time. There are others—also sick and with dead husbands and hungry children. Move on—good-day."