"She has a dreadful temper," observed the workman. "When she is really angry, she's fit to kill a man. But it's her bitter heart, poor thing—she's had so many troubles! We're so poor, and she's far away from her family."
Manasseh gave a deep sigh.
"She asked you where I go other days after work?" he continued.
"Yes."
"Would you like to know?"
"Why not, Mister Gricklin!"
"Come along a few blocks further," said Manasseh, "and I'll show you."
"Come along!" I agreed, and we walked on together.
A few more blocks and Manasseh led me into a narrow street, not yet entirely built in with houses.
Presently he stopped, with a contented smile. I looked round in some astonishment. We were standing alongside a piece of waste ground, with a meagre fencing of stones and burnt wire, and utilized as a garden.