“What will he do?” asked the sergeant impatiently.
“It’s too miserable—I can’t say it,” replied Virtue Ann. “He’ll make way with himself, the little dear.”
“Are you crazy?” asked the sergeant.
“No, sir—no, sir. You don’t know that boy. If you’d lived with him as I have you’d understand him. He’s just as set in his way as a man. Why, he’s even told me how he’ll kill himself;” and she whispered a few words in the sergeant’s ear that made him start back and stare at her.
“Do go see him,” said Virtue Ann. “He took a kind of a fancy to you; I guess it must have been your uniform.”
“I guess so,” said the sergeant. “Where are you going?”
“To the corner grocery for some bread and olives.”
“Well, you go on then, and I’ll call to see the child.”
“I’ll hurry back,” said Virtue Ann; and she sped on her way.