"Thank you; perhaps I won't, though."
"Now, don't get nervous. I am nervous myself," he said; "I know how that is."
On his next visit he asked me: "Where you goin'; to when you get out of here to-night?"
I told him that I was all right—that I had a place to stay.
"If you're hard up, don't get discouraged; come to me."
I thanked him again and said that I could not take charity.
"Nonsense! I don't call it charity! If I was hard put, don't you s'pose I'd go to the next man if he offered me what I offer you? The world owes you a livin'."
When the foreman had left me I turned to look at "Bobby." She was in the act of lifting to her lips a glass of what was supposed to be water.
"You're not going to drink that!" I gasped, horrified. "Where did you get it?"
"Oh, I drawed it awhile ago," she said.