"[...] "Look sharp, Cissy," the workingman spoke to his child, holding her well up. "When she comes hout she'll pass close to yer, and you sing hout, 'God bless yer.'"
"Yes, Dad, I will," shrilled the child.
The woman in the gray shawl drew it close about her. "Aw she's a true lidy, all right, ain't she? I expect you've had some kindness off her as well?"
The man nodded over the child's shoulder. "Used to be a scene shifter, and Miss Lane found out about my little girl last year-not this lass, not Cissy, Cissy's sister-and she sent 'er to a place where it costs the eyes out of yer head. She's gettin' well fast, and we, none of us, has seen her or spoken to Miss Lane. She doesn't know our names."
And the woman answered: "She does a lot like that. She's got a heart bigger'n her little body."
And a big boy in the front row said back to the others: "Well, she makes a mint of money."[...]".