"I wonder if water would make me smart."
"I 'd like to," said the girl.
"I 've always tried wine when I thought I needed intellectual stimulation."
"I should think you would be drinking all the time," said Bessie, spitefully.
"Not all the time," corrected Moore. "Part of it I spend earning the price. There, now, don't worry, I 'll scrub your little fist for you if you will let me. Will you?"
Bessie's anger cooled as rapidly as it had warmed.
"If you will be very gentle, you may."
"Trust me for that," said Moore, going to the bucket that stood in the corner with a basin covering it. "It's empty, Bessie. There is not as much water here as would make a foot-bath for a flea."
"You can fetch it from the well," said Bessie.
"Will you come with me?"