That's her room up there to the top of the house.

It's a real nice place, I tell _you_.
They have onions mos' every day.

Besides, I saw a little boy here one time when I was comin' 'long with mother, 'n' he was smokin' some tobaccer.

He said he'd give it to me for two napples, and mother just wouldn't let me." "_Here_--a cripple!" exclaimed Joy.
"Here, and a cripple," said Gypsy, in a queer tone, looking very straight at Joy.
"You ought to be ashamed of yourself!" broke out Joy, "playing such a trick on me.

Do you suppose _I'm_ going into such a place as this, to see an old beggar--a hunch-backed beggar ?" Gypsy turned perfectly white.