And then, seeing Jurgis, she stopped with an exclamation. Looking from one to another she saw that something had happened, and she asked, in a lower voice: “What’s the matter?”

Before anyone could reply, Jurgis started up; he went toward her, walking unsteadily. “Where have you been?” he demanded.

“Selling papers with the boys,” she said. “The snow⁠—”

“Have you any money?” he demanded.

“Yes.”

“How much?”

“Nearly three dollars, Jurgis.”

“Give it to me.”