John had borne her, laying her gently on the sward, while Campaspe and the others swiftly surrounded her and kept the crowd from surging too close. Paul had found some water which he dashed in her face. Presently, she opened her great green eyes.
Who are you? she asked, and Campaspe was relieved to discover that a rather common voice and accent offered the proper contrast to the refined beauty of her features.
Don't talk, suggested Campaspe. Wait till you feel better.
The amateur snake-charmer glanced searchingly into the faces of her new friends; presently, she smiled.
Well, I was game.
What did you do it for? demanded Campaspe.
Coin. You gotta eat.
Hungry?
Ain't had a good feed for a week.
Where do you live?
No place.
Where's your family?
In hell, I guess.
Any friends?
Don't kid me.
Campaspe turned to John again. Carry her to the car, she directed.
He bent over to lift her once more, but the child, now resting her chin on the palm of her left hand, and half sitting up, rejected his offer of assistance.
