Carrie's brown locks shook in doubtful refusal.
"You're the real goods," she said; "but I don't have to do that."
"Of course you don't have to, but I'd take it a real kindness. What's the use o' keepin' a whole room to yourself when you'll be spendin' parts of the time in jail?"
Carrie laughed.
"Will you let me pay half?" she asked.
"Sure I will."
"Then perhaps——"
"That's settled," ended Katie, and it was arranged that Carrie's few sticks of furniture should be moved into the Irish girl's quarters the next morning.
The details had just been settled when Hermann entered, his cheerful lips concluding the last bar of "Die Wacht Am Rhein."
"Hello!" said Katie, smiling. "Are you out of a job, too? Or are you just goin' to be late the night?"