"Hush now!" said the other woman. "Don't keep a-goin' over it; yer worry her, and it's no use."
"Went back for Tim, saved Tim the prize-fighter!" thought Lizzie, in dumb amazement.
"The kid'll be all right soon," broke in another voice here.
Lizzie looked up, and saw a rough fellow, who had just come in, gazing down at Becky with an expression that strangely softened his hard face.
Becky lifted her eyes at the sound of the voice.
"Hello, Jake," she said faintly.
"Hello, Becky, yer'll be all right soon, won't yer?"
"I'm all right now," said Becky, sleepily, "and Tim's all right. He didn't get burnt, but the basket and all the pretty flowers did. If I could make another—"
"I'll make another for you," said Lizzie, pressing forward.
"And hang it for Tim?" asked Becky.