“What have you done?”
“The right thing, I reckon.”
“Oh, what will become of us?” moaned the woman
“You are all right for three months.”
“What do you mean?”
“I told you that the rooms overhead were paid for three months in advance; they belong to me, you will move up.”
“And turn you out?”
“Not much, I will take you in.”
“We cannot live on you.”
“What will you do?”