Mrs. O'Brien nodded her head emphatically. "Sure there's enough and, if there ain't, we'll make it enough."
"Thanks, Mis' O'Brien, but I don't believe I better stay." Janet spoke regretfully. "You know my mother ain't very well these days and I don't like to leave her alone too long."
"Why, Janet!" Rosie looked at her friend in sudden concern. "Is your mother sick?"
Janet shook her head. "I don't know what's the matter with her. It seems like the hot weather and the work and the worry have been too much for her. But I'll be back, Rosie, at three o'clock for our papers. I got two new customers, didn't I, Terry? And, Rosie, what do you think? Terry gave me an extra nickel for each of them."
Janet started off and Mrs. O'Brien exclaimed: "Now, then, for dinner! All of yez!"
"See you later, Rosie," George Riley remarked, opening the door of his own room.
Mrs. O'Brien called after him excitedly: "Why, Jarge lad, where's this you're going? Aren't you sitting down with the rest of us?"
"I ain't more than had my breakfast," George explained; "and I think I better get in a little nap before I start out on my next run." He nodded to Rosie, smiled, and shut his door.
"Poor Jarge!" Mrs. O'Brien threw sympathetic eyes to heaven and sighed.
Rosie looked at her mother quickly. "Is there anything the matter with Jarge?"