"Sheila. What's yours?"
"Red Hand—I mean, William."
"I'll tell you sumpthin' if you'll come an' sit down by me."
"What'll you tell me?"
"Sumpthin' I bet you don't know."
"I bet I do."
"Well, come here an' I'll tell you."
He advanced towards her suspiciously. Through the open door he could see a bed in a corner of the dark, dirty room and a woman's white face upon the pillow.
"Oh, come on!" said the little girl impatiently.
He came on and sat down beside her.