“Now, then, we’ve got to decide about that gal. She can’t go to no hospital?”
“No; she can’t.”
“And she can’t stay with us. It was a big risk before; now that Franzy is back, it’s a bigger risk.”
“That’s so.” Papa wrinkled his brows for a moment and then said: “See here, old woman, Franz’ll be bound ter know something about that gal when he gits his head clear.”
“I s’pose so.”
“Well, s’pose we tell him about her.”
“What for?”
“Ter satisfy him, an’ ter git his help.”
“His help?” muttered Mamma. “That might do.”
Suddenly Papa lifted a warning finger. “Hush,” he whispered; “there’s somebody outside o’ that door.”