He turned to confront a small girl in a patched and faded calico dress, obviously outgrown.

Her eyes were wide and frightened.

In the middle of her outstretched dirty little palm was a copper cent.
"If you please, Joe sent this--to you," she faltered.
"To me?
What for ?" David stopped playing and lowered his violin.
The little girl backed away perceptibly, though she still held out the coin.
"He wanted you to stay and play some more.

He said to tell you he'd 'a' sent more money if he could.

But he didn't have it.