He steals the money that I earn.

He says I'm from the country." And a flabby anxious woman said, "My girl runs out to dance halls.

Sometimes she comes back at two in the morning.

She is fifteen and she ought to get married.

But what can I do?
A nice steady man who never dances comes sometimes to see her--but she makes faces and calls him a fatty, she dances before him and pushes him out and slams the door.