"Given up the street—Cuckoo!"
He laid his hand down heavily upon one of hers.
"Since when?"
"Oh—a little while. It don't matter how long."
He sat glancing about the room.
"Where's Jessie?" he asked suddenly.
Cuckoo burst out crying.
"I had to—I had to," she sobbed.
"To do what?"
"To part with her."