But living grew higher, and she became ill, and could not work, and I hadn't her skill, and the drawings didn't bring much, and I'd no tools----" "Ruth, for mercy sake let me take you in my arms.

If you've got to tell this to find peace, let me hold you while you do it." "Never again," said the Girl.

"You won't want to in a minute.

You must hear this, because I can't bear it any longer, and it isn't fair to let you grieve and think me worth loving.

Anyway, I couldn't earn what she did, and I was afraid, for a great city is heartless to the poor.