"Here. I haven't an inch besides."
"I don't see how you can."
"Rich folks don't see a sight o' things," said poor Mrs. Binn; "don't like to, I guess."
"Is there not another room in the house that you could have for the sick boy, or that you could do your washing in and give him this?"
"Room in this house?" repeated the woman. "I'll tell you. There's nigh upon three hundred people living in it; do you think there'd be a room to spare?"
"Three hundred people in this house?" repeated Matilda.
"Nigh upon that. O it's close livin', and all sorts, and all ways o' livin', too. I like my room, cause it's so high and atop o' everything; but I hear thunder below me sometimes. I wouldn't care, only for the child," she said in a tone a little subdued.
"David, what can we do?" said Matilda, in a half despairing whisper. David edged himself a little forward and put his question.
"What does the doctor say about him?"
"Doctor!" echoed Mrs. Binn. "Did you say doctor? There's no doctor has seen him. Is it likely one would walk up to this chimbley top to see a poor boy like that? No, no; doctors has to be paid, and I can't do that."