“Did you hear about Marne, Hunch?”
“Sick, you mean?”
“Yes, I s'posed you knew what was the matter. Thought mebbe Jess told you—but she couldn't though, could she? I'm awful worried. It's too soon, you know. You see that's what I come to see you about. I've been shaving it pretty close. Had to be up nights and it kind of knocked my work. And the doctor's sticking me like everything. I didn't know but—well, I'll tell you, Hunch, can you let me have fifty for a couple of weeks? I don't get my salary till the end of the month, and I've got to settle some things right away.”
“Sure,” said Hunch. “I've got a little put by.”
“I'm awful sorry, Hunch, but you see how it is——”
“That's all right, Bruce. Any time 'll do.”
“I'll give you my note. That's about all I can do.”
“Not much you won't. You just take it, and pay when you can, and don't you say nothing about it.”
For a few days there was gloom at Bruce's cottage. Once Hunch went around and was met at the door by Bruce, who looked worn. Hunch did not know how to ask about Mamie, but Bruce came out and drew the door to behind him.
“She's pretty bad, Hunch. I don't know what I'll do if anything happens. The doctor says we'll know one way or the other in a day or so.”