Violet's face darkened.
"All right," she answered, "I only hoped maybe——"
"Look here, miss," the driver cut in with a note of ready feeling in his voice. "You mean all dot?"
"All what?"
"About geddin' ozzer—aboud a real tshob."
"If I had the clothes and a place I'd go this minute."
"Vell, den, listen. I've chust god a new blace; I'm goin' to be bar-tender ofer on Segond Avenue, bud I gan send back here if I hear anysing.—Your name?"
"Violet—just Miss Violet."
"All righd, Miss Violet, I know some more aboud dese blaces like dis dan you maybe t'ink, und I guess maybe I gan do somesing. Nex' Sunday I dake my girl to Coney, und den ve'll dalk sings ofer und ve'll see vhat Katie says."
In spite of the promised delay and the growing habit of doubt, Violet's face kindled.