She quietly rose and put away the mended things. She set things to rights, as noiseless as a wraith. The other two went on talking and laughing, until she came toward them in her hat and coat.
"What do I owe you?" Jerry asked.
"Just for to-day."
"I haven't any change. Can you let it go until next time?"
"No," she said simply.
"Well, old Shylock, here's five. Consider yourself paid as long as that lasts."
"I don't wish to do that. I'll bring you change."
"Bother you, Jane Judd; what difference does it make whether you get it all at once, or in driblets?"
"Here, Jerry, I've got it even. You owe me," Bobs said.
"All right; much obliged."