"Not so much, really."
"H'm," said the girl, and seemed to reserve judgment.
Then she asked with a return of her former sharpness: "How come you gambled today at Pedro's?"
"I don't know. It seemed the thing to do—to kill time, you know."
"Kill time! At Pedro's? Well—you are green, Terry!"
"I suppose I am, Kate."
He made a little pause before her name, and when he spoke it, in spite of himself, his voice changed, became softer. The girl straightened somewhat, and the light was now increased to such a point that he could make out that she was frowning at him through the dimness.
"First, you been adopted, then you been raised on a great big place with everything you want, mostly, and now you're out—playing at Pedro's. How come, Terry?"
"I was sent away," said Terry faintly, as all the pain of that farewell came flooding back over him.
"Why?"