"Work fast." Then she again addressed the good boy: "Wait till you've watched that scene before you thank me," she said shortly.
"But it's a strong scene," he insisted.
"Yes," she agreed.

"It's strong." He told her of the other instance of Baird's kindness of heart.
"You know I was a little afraid of playing scenes with the cross-eyed man, but Mr.Baird said he was trying so hard to do serious work, so I wouldn't have him discharged.

But shouldn't you think he'd save up and have his eyes straightened?
Does he get a very small salary ?" The girl seemed again to be harassed by conflicting emotions, but mastered them to say, "I don't know exactly what it is, but I guess he draws down about twelve fifty a week." "Only twelve dollars and fifty cents a week!" "Twelve hundred and fifty," said the girl firmly.
"Twelve hundred and fifty dollars a week!" This was monstrous, incredible.

"But then why doesn't he have his eyes--" Miss Montague drew him to her with both her capable arms.

"My boy, my boy!" she murmured, and upon his painted forehead she now imprinted a kiss of deep reverence.