and--well he can't tell just when 't will be. He'll send it soon as
he gets it," she hastened to add.

"But what are you going to do in the meantime? It would cost less to
get you home than to keep you here."

"No, I stay with my nephew here. He's willin' I should stay with him
till I get my money to go home."

"Yes, but this nephew, can't he get you the money? Doesn't he know,"
she insisted, heatedly, "what it means to you?"

"He's got five children, and not much laid up. And then, he never
seen the mountains. He doesn't know what I mean when I try to tell
him about gettin' there in time. Why, he says there's many a one
living back in the mountains would like to be livin' here. He don't
understand--my nephew don't," she added, apologetically.

"Well, _someone_ ought to understand!" broke from the girl. "I
understand! But--" she did her best to make it a laugh--"eleven
dollars is every cent I've got in the world!"

"Don't!" implored the woman, as the girl gave up trying to control
the tears. "Now, don't you be botherin'. I didn't mean to make you
feel so bad. My nephew says I ain't reasonable, and maybe I ain't."

The girl raised her head. "But you _are_ reasonable. I tell
you, you _are_ reasonable!"

"I must be going back," said the woman, uncertainly. "I'm just