“This boy was here before,” said the physician, which tended to show that he had paid more attention to the case than Mrs. Morris thought. “He is very much worse. You will have to take him to the country or he will die.”
“How can I send him to the country?” asked Morris, sullenly. “I’ve been out of work for months.”
“Have you friends in the country?”
“No.”
“Hasn’t your wife any friends in the country who would take her and the lad for a month or so?”
“No.”
“Have you anything to pawn?”
“Very little.”
“Then I would advise you to pawn everything you own, or sell it if you can, and take the boy on your back and tramp to the country. You will get work there probably more easily than in the city. Here are ten shillings to help you.”
“I don’t want your money,” said Morris, in a surly tone. “I want work.”