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That seemed to take her fancy, an' after that she was always askin' me how little April was but not when Mr. Loneway was in hearin'. I see well enough she didn't want he should know that she was grievin' none. "All the time kep' comin', every night, another armful o' good things. Land! that man he bought everything. Seems though he couldn't buy enough.
Loneway an' I was sittin' in the kitchen while the doctor was in the other room with her. I went there evenin's all the time by then the young fellow seemed to like to hev me. We was keepin' warm over the oil-stove because the real stove was in her room, an' the doctor come in an' stood over him.
Linda Loneway. I made a picture of her name. So, Calliope having come from above stairs where I had heard her moving about as if in some search, I think that I recognized, even before I lifted my eyes to it, the photograph which she gave me. It was as if the name had heard me, and had come. "It's Linda," Calliope said. "It's Linda Proudfit.
Loneway know they was there along o' his wife bein' sick an' hadn't ought to be scared. "I started up the stairs, feelin' like lead. Little more'n halfway up I heard a little noise. I looked up, an' I see the boy brother a-comin', leakin' orange-peel, with the kid slung over his shoulder, sleepin'. I looked on past him, an' the door o' Mr. Loneway's sittin' room was open, an' I see Mr.
He turned to me, with a manner of pointing at me with his head, "You been in New York," he said; "ain't you ever heard o' Mr. Loneway Mr. John Loneway?" I was sorry that I could not answer "yes." He was so expectant that I had the sensation of having failed him. "Him an' I lived in the same building in East Fourteenth Street there," he said.
Make things worse, some philanthropist had put up two model tenements in the block we was in, an' property alongside had shot up in value accordin' an' lugged rents with it. Everybody in my buildin' 'most was rowin' about it. "But John Loneway, he wasn't rowin'. I met him on the stairs one mornin' early an' I says, 'Beg pardon, sir, I says, 'but you ain't meanin' to make no change? I ask him.
"'Why, yes, I says, 'I will, Mis' Loneway, I says. 'What is it? I ask' her. "'There's a baby somewheres downstairs, she says. 'I hear it cryin' sometimes. An' I want you to get it an' bring it up here. "That was a queer thing to ask, because kids isn't soothin' to the sick. But I went off downstairs to the first floor front. The kid she meant belonged to the Tomato Ketchup woman.
"I says, 'Hush up, Mr. Loneway, sir, I says. 'You got to think o' her. Take it, I told him, 'an' thank God it ain't as bad as it was. Who knows, I ask' him, 'but what the doctor might turn out wrong? "Pretty soon I got him to pull himself together some, an' I shoved him into the other room, an' I went with him, an' talked on like an idiot so nobody'd suspect I didn't hev no idea what.
The Tomato Ketchup's husband he pounded the floor for me to shut up, an' I told him though I never was what you might call a impudent janitor that if he thought he could chop it up any more soft, he'd better engage in it. But then the kid woke up, too, an' yelled some, an' I's afraid she'd hear it an' remember, an' so I quit. "Nex' mornin' I laid for Mr. Loneway in the hall.
"I says, 'Mr. Loneway, sir, I says, 'chuck it. Tell her the whole thing an' give 'em back what you got left, an' do your best. "He turned on me like a crazy man. "'Don't talk to me like that, he says fierce. 'You don't know what you're sayin', he says. 'No man does till he has this happen to him.
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