The weather lets you sleep outdoors.' (In which, the weather chimes harmoniously with my pocketbook.) And, as I am extremely 'willing to work,' it follows that I can't possibly starve.

But I thank you for feeling concerned about me.

It's a long day since a woman has bothered her head whether I live or die.

Good night, again, Miss--" A second time, she ignored his hint that she tell him her name.

Too much worried over his light words and the real need they seemed to cover, to heed the subtler intent, she said, a little tremulously: "I--I don't understand you, at all.