"You've nothing?"
"My father would give me fifty pounds a year if I kept straight. But he can't afford it. It means that my little sisters go without dresses."
"And you've no home, Kitty?"
She shook her head.
"They can't have me at home, you see."
He sighed.
"If I looked after you, Kitty, do you think you would keep straight? If I made a home for you, somewhere, where you won't be too unhappy?"
"You mean you'd take care of me?"
"Yes. As far as I can."
Her face flushed deeply.