But poor Jenny was on the floor, still crying as if her little heart would break. She was not yet able to look up and see the wonder of a nice clean house, such as she had never been in, in all her life. "You're all right, Jenny, my dear," said Quin, "don't you cry. No one shall hurt you, my girl. I'll give you a good time, my dear. Now get up, Jenny, and look at your home, and then I'll take you into another room and find you a new dress. Come, tenas Jenny." He spoke quite tenderly and touched Jenny's heart. "Oh, but I have shem," she said. "You come and mamook wash," said Quin, "and by-by we'll have muckamuck and then you'll be all right. Come now." He lifted her to her feet, and when she felt his strong hands on her she felt a little better. It was like fate, though she knew not what fate was. He was strong and kind, and he said he loved her. She caught his hand. "You no beat me?" she cried in a sudden passion of fear and helplessness. "You no beat me, Mr. Quin?" "No, Jenny, no," he said. He turned her tearful dirty face round and kissed her. "Oh, I too much dirty," she exclaimed in great distress. "No bebee me till I mamook wash." She caught sight of herself in a big glass over the mantelpiece. "Oh, Mr. Quin, I have shem: I so dirty. You forgive me, Mr. Quin?" And Quin laughed a little uneasily. "Of course, my dear, now I make a lady of you; you are so pretty, Jenny." He went out of the room and told Sam to make a "plenty hot" bath in the bedroom. And he put out some clean clothes for her, which he took from a locked cupboard. Some were new. Most of them had been got for a Haida girl who had died of consumption two years before. But Quin had forgotten her. He spoke to Sam when the "boy" brought in the bath and water. "Sam, you no fool, I think," he began. "That same my tinkee, Sir," said Sam. "I bring another klootchman here, Sam." "Where you catchee?" asked Sam with great interest. "You mind your own pidgin," said Quin. "Now look, Sam, I no wantshee anyone know who she is. When they ask you, you say she white woman, allo same wife, from San Francisco. If you tinkee that not true, that all right, but if you say so I fire you and give you no dolla. While she stay here and no one know who she is I give you five more dolla, moon-pidgin, every month. Now you savvy?" Sam stood with his head on one side all the time his master spoke. He looked as intelligent as a sharp Chinaman can look, and he answered with decision and a perfect gravity. "My savvy that plenty! You catchee one litty gal and no wantshee man savvy. Dat light, I plenty savvy. My say she numpa one pletty litty gal from San Flancisco. I savvy plenty and if litty gal stay you givee my mo' five dolla moon-pidgin. My savvy plenty. Now you washee her?" "Fill the bath, you damn fool," said Quin.