"Where is she now?" he asked at length.
"Theer wur a little chap as come up i' the last cageful—he wur hurt bad, an' he wur sich a little chap as it went hard wi' him. When th' doctor touched him he screamed an' begged to be let alone, an' she heerd an' went to him, an' knelt down an' quieted him a bit. Th' poor little lad would na let go o' her dress; he held to it fur dear life, an' sobbed an' shivered and begged her to go wi' him an' howd his head on her lap while th' doctor did what mun be done. An' so she went, an' she's wi' him now. He will na live till day-leet, an' he keeps crying out for th' lady to stay wi' him."
There was another silence, and then Joan spoke:
"Canna yo' guess what I coom to say?"
He thought he could, and perhaps his glance told her so.
"If I wur a lady," she said, her lips, her hands trembling, "I could na ax yo' what I've made up my moind to; but I'm noan a lady, an' it does na matter. If yo' need some one to help yo' wi' him, will yo' let me ha' th' place? I dunnot ax nowt else but—but to be let do th' hard work."
She ended with a sob. Suddenly she covered her face with her hands, weeping wildly.
"Don't do that," he said, gently. "Come with me. It is you he needs."
He led the way into the house and up the stairs, Joan following him. When they entered the room they went to the bedside.
The injured man lay motionless.
"Is theer loife i' him yet?" asked Joan. "He looks as if theer might na be."
"There is life in him," Grace answered; "and he has been a strong man, so I think we may feel some hope."
