"Here to-day an' gone to-morrow, and only to stretch out your hand whether 'tis hairpins or a fryin'-pan; though I should never get over travellin' on Sundays." Here, while her eyes rested on the child, of a sudden she came out of her reverie with a sharp exclamation.
"Lord's sake! You ain't goin' to tell me they've left you in 'ospital, stranded!" "That's about it," said Tilda bravely, albeit with a wry little twist of her mouth.
"But what'll you do ?" "Oh, I dunno.

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We'll get along some'ow--eh, 'Dolph?
Fact is, I got a job to do, an' no time to lose worryin'.

You just read _that_." Tilda produced and handed her scrap of paper to Mrs.Damper, who took it, unfolded it, and perused the writing slowly.
"Goin' there ?" she inquired at length.
"That depends." Tilda was not to be taken off her guard.