“Den w’y’d he pinch it so quick?”
“He’s going to take care of it for you, that’s all.”
“Will he guv me a wroten pape sayin’ dat?”
“See,” said the girl, only eager to relieve his anxiety, “here is my purse, and there is a great deal more money in it than you had, and I’ll leave it with you, and if he doesn’t return you your money, why, you shall have mine.”
“Youse cert’in dere’s more den Ise had?”
“Certain. Look, here are two tens and three fives and a one, besides some change.”
“Dat’s all hunky!” joyfully ejaculated the urchin. “Now, den, wheer kin we sneak it so he don’t git his hooks on it?”
“This is to be your bed, and let’s hide it under the pillow,” suggested Constance, feeling as if she were playing a game. “Then you can feel of it whenever you want.”
“Dat’s de way to steal a base off ’im,” acceded the waif. “We’ll show dese guys wese oin’t no bunch of easy grapes.”
Scarcely was the purse concealed when a nurse appeared with a pail of water and rolls of some cloth, and after her came the doctor.