So there ain't nothin' to do.

Let me alone--oh dear, oh dear, dear!" Fresh tears and grief.

The little knot of spectators, still growing, nodded with approval, and figuratively licked its lips, in satisfaction.
Somewhere a boy snickered.
"Come, come," said Gabriel, bending close over the grief-stricken woman, "pull together, and let's hear what the trouble is! Who's Bill, and who's Eddy--and what about Mr.Micolo?
Come, tell me.

I'm sure I can do something to straighten things out." No answer.

Gabriel turned to the increasing crowd, again.
"Any of you people know what about it ?" he asked.
Again no answer, save that one elderly man, standing on the steps beside the woman, remarked casually: "I guess she's got fired out of her room.