"I'm goin' to leave it here," she faltered. "She can pay me for it if she wants to, in one year, two years, or ten--it don't make no odds to me. She needn't pay for it at all if she doesn't want to. I never want to see it on anybody else. She is a good girl--a regular angel of light."
Therewith the two women fell into each other's arms and began to cry.
A sniff of amusement came from Tom Drake. "Fust it was tittle-tattle, then a bar-room knock-down-and-drag-out fight, an' now it is a weepin' camp-meetin'. I wonder what will happen when the wind changes next."