It's real lucky to have your father git drunk sometimes.
I'll git licked, but I don't care." Maria, sitting there, paid no more attention.

The shock of her own plight had almost driven from her mind the thought of Evelyn, but when a woman got on the train leading a child about her age, the old pain concerning her came back.

She began to weep again quietly.
"I don't see what you are cryin' for," said Gladys, in an accusing voice.

"You might have been an old maid." "I don't believe she is found," Maria moaned, in a low voice.
"Oh, the kid! You bet your life she'll turn up.

Your pa 'll find her all right.