"I am stronger," said she, as Haidee removed the tray.
She was quiet a while after the old crone had taken her seat and resumed her knitting. Presently she asked, abruptly:
"What is your name?"
"They call me Haidee," said the old woman, shortly.
"Do you live here alone, Haidee?"
"My old man lives with me," said she.
"You are very poor, I suppose," said Lily, letting her eyes rove over the poorly furnished bedroom.
"Miserably poor, honey," said old Haidee, while an avaricious light gleamed in her small black eyes.
"Is this place in New York?" asked the patient.