Bill’s face suddenly flushed, and his fierce brows drew together in an ominous frown, but he made no answer. Minky saw the change and edged off.
“It’s time he was gettin’ around.”
Bill nodded.
“I was kind of wonderin’,” Minky went on thoughtfully, “if he don’t turn up––wot’s to happen with them kids?”
“I ain’t figgered.”
Bill’s interest was apparently wandering.
“He’ll need to be gettin’ around or––somethin’s got to be done,” Minky drifted on vaguely.
“Sure.”
“Y’see, Sunny’s jest a hoboe.”
“Sure.”