"Polly, I dremp—"
"I do' keer what you dremp, I want my money fu' my dress."
His face was miserable.
"I thought sho' dem numbers 'u'd come out, an'—"
The woman flung herself upon the floor and burst into a storm of tears. Sam bent over her. "Nemmine, Polly," he said. "Nemmine. I thought I'd su'prise you. Dey beat me dis time." His teeth clenched. "But when I ketch dem policy sha'ks—"