The china blue eyes of the rebellious girl at her side were slowly turned toward the speaker and in them was mingled amazement and doubt. Then she remarked cynically, "There ain't nobody cares what's making me miserable." But when Jenny succeeded in convincing the forlorn girl that she, at least, really did care, the story of her unhappiness was revealed.
"There ain't much to tell," Etta said bitterly, "but I haven't always been miserable. I was happy up to the time I was ten. I lived with my grandfolks over in Belgium. My mother left me there while she came to America. She'd heard how money was easy to get, and, after my father died in the war and the soldiers had robbed my grandfolks of all they had on the farm, we had to get money somewheres. That's why she came, takin' all that she'd saved for her passage. How my mother got away out here to Californy, I don't know, but anyway she did. She was a cook up in Frisco. Every month she sent money to my grandfolks. My mother kept writing how lonesome she was for me and how she was savin' to send for me. The next year I came over with a priest takin' charge of me, but when I got here they told me my mother had died and they put me in an orphanage. My grandfolks tried to save money to send for me to go back to Belgium, but what with sickness and they bein' too old to work the farm, it's seven years now, an' the money ain't saved. Last year, me bein' sixteen, I got turned out o' the orphanage and sent here to work parin' vegetables. I don't get but three dollars a week and board, and I've been savin' all I can of it. But 'tain't no use. That's why I walked to the railway station over to Santa Barbara to ask how much money I'd have to save to take me home to my grandfolks." The girl paused as though too discouraged to go on.
Jenny had been so interested that she had not even noticed that Dobbin had stopped to rest at one side of the steep road.
"Oh, you poor girl, I'm so sorry for you!" she said with a break in her voice. "I suppose it takes a lot of money for the ticket to New York and then the passage across the Atlantic in one of those big steamers."
The tone in which her companion answered was dull and hopeless. "'Tain't no use tryin'. I never can make it. Never! It'd take two hundred dollars. An' I've only got a hundred with what my grandfolks have sent dribble by dribble." The dull, despairing expression had again settled in the putty-pale face. "'Tain't no use," she went on apathetically. "I can't save the whole three dollars a week. I've got to get shoes an' things. Cook said yesterday how she'd have to turn me out if I didn't get some decent work dresses; a fashionable seminary like that couldn't have no slatterns in the kitchen." Then, after a hard, dry sob that cut deep into the heart of the listener. Etta ended with "I don't know what I'm goin' to do, but it's got to be done soon, whatever 'tis."