He was a silent man, American born, of a Swede father, and now employed as a cleaner of refrigerator cars at the stock-yards.

To him the presence or absence of his wife's sister was a matter of indifference.

Her personal appearance did not affect him one way or the other.

His one observation to the point was concerning the chances of work in Chicago.
"It's a big place," he said.

"You can get in somewhere in a few days.
Everybody does." It had been tacitly understood beforehand that she was to get work and pay her board.