“Yes. She tried to go to work, too. She had to. We were all starving. But she had lost her place⁠—”

Jurgis reeled, and gave a gasp. “She went back to that place?” he screamed.

“She tried to,” said Stanislovas, gazing at him in perplexity. “Why not, Jurgis?”

The man breathed hard, three or four times. “Go⁠—on,” he panted, finally.

“I went with her,” said Stanislovas, “but Miss Henderson wouldn’t take her back. And Connor saw her and cursed her. He was still bandaged up⁠—why did you hit him, Jurgis?” (There was some fascinating mystery about this, the little fellow knew; but he could get no satisfaction.)