Lyndsay, who was standing beside Rose, looked up at the woman.
“I think,” he said, “Dorothy is incapable of wanting to be other than kind.”
“S’pose so. She might of let on she was goin’ a-beggin’.”
“Oh, it was not that,” cried Rose, bewildered by the woman’s mode of receiving a kindness.
“Dare say: maybe not. All the same, me and Joe ain’t never asked no favors. Set down, miss.”
“No, thank you,” returned Rose, and began to empty her basket of fruit and other luxuries.
“We came over,” said Lyndsay, “because my wife thought you might need help.”
“It ain’t no use. It wasn’t never no use. That boy’s a-goin’ like the rest.”
“I trust not so bad as that.”
“Yes; he’s a-goin’ like them others.”