"Me? Oh, jus' liddle."
She earned more than the other two.
"And what does it cost you to live?"
"Live? Half those fi'—ten—fifteen sen."
"And you save the rest? That is very prudent."
The girl looked bewildered; then she explained:
"Other half sen' Brownie."
He suddenly let her go. She leaned over him bewitchingly.
"Firs' some breakfas'; then I go'n' help you famish—all day! What you thing?"
She came back in a moment. The sleeves of her kimono were tucked out of the way, and there was rice-flour on her pretty arms.
"You go'n' to naever tell—'bout those fi'—ten—fifteen sen, an' all those?"
"No," said Garland; "I will never tell."
"Else they go'n' kill me," she threatened gaily.
"I prefer to have you live," he laughed, as brightly as he could.
"Tha' 's secret among jus' you an' me?"
"Yes," said Garland.
She started away, then came back.
"Me? I lig—I lig have secret among jus' you an' me." With a radiant face she fled.
