“‘She don’t?’ said Silky. ‘Then where does the money come from, Norman?’ She spoke very gently.
“‘It’s mine,’ said Norman.
“‘Yes, but where do you get it?’
“‘Mr. Swift gives it to me.’
“‘Is it out of your wages?’
“Norman hesitated, and then said ‘Yes,’ and began to cry again.
“‘What’s the matter?’ said Silky. ‘Sit down and eat your bacon. I’m not going to get you into trouble.’
“He looked at her again and took the bacon, but said he wanted to go.
“‘What for?—it isn’t time yet.’
“‘Yes—I want to see my little dog.’