"... Fourteen."
Miss Bestris studied the picture again. "She doesn't look over twelve."
"She's fourteen."
"And healthy—"
"We have doctors to see to that," the Madame said. "How much did you have in mind?"
"Well," the man said, "it's been a month now since I worked, and with debts and everything...."
"And something to put aside for winter," his wife added.
"We couldn't take less than a milli dordoc."
"And we wouldn't even think of it, but we don't have a scrap of bread in the house."
"And all our bills, and winter coming on...."