Brinkley began to whistle, and went on for a while vigorously touching up his work. Then he looked up and regarded the girl curiously.
“Mr. Monk seems to be very much interested in you, Matt?”
The girl nodded her head vigorously; then remembering the odious caress to which Mr. Monk had subjected her, she began to rub her cheek again violently.
“Why is Mr. Monk so interested in you? Do you know?”
“P’raps it’s ’cause he found me when I come ashore?”
“Oh, he found you, did he? Then why doesn’t he keep you?”
“He do, only I live along o’ William Jones.”
Again Brinkley began whistling lightly, and working away vigorously with his brush. Presently the conversation began again.
“Matt, what things did you come ashore in?”
“I dunno!”