My mother, whose name was Jess, always went with him.

I used to ask her why she followed such a brute of a man, and she would hang her head, and say that sometimes she got a bone from the different houses they stopped at.

But that was not the whole reason.

She liked Jenkins so much, that she wanted to be with him.
I had not her sweet and patient disposition, and I would not go with her.

I watched her out of sight, and then ran up to the house to see if Mrs.Jenkins had any scraps for me.