"Nina," I asked, "if I pinched your ear, would you kiss me?"
"No," she said, convincingly. "I’d slap your face."
"There’s only one thing I know about this, Arnold," he said when she had returned to her seat. "It’s bringing me to life again. I don’t think I had really laughed for months. I’d forgotten there was such a thing as amusement in the world. I never was very strong on play. Of one thing I’m sure. It’s giving me a new insight—a new point of view—into lots of things. Only God knows how it will turn out."
I can only guess how it would have turned out, if Nina had not fallen among thieves. The most insoluble mystery of life is the way in which the very highest human values sometimes spring out of the coarsest, most brutal wrongs.
Although to Nina, I had spoken of Blackie in a flippant tone, I knew that he might cause trouble. I had spoken seriously about it to Norman, advising him to avoid as much as possible, and especially after dark, those parts of town, where Blackie’s gang was likely to be encountered. And together we had impressed on Nina and Guiseppe that she was never to go out alone. But as nothing was heard from him for some time, we all began to worry less.
Nina had been with us about three weeks when the storm broke. I came home from my work about five one afternoon—and found bedlam. Guiseppe’s head was wrapped in a bloody bandage, Nina was sobbing wildly on the divan.
It took some minutes before I could get a connected explanation from them. After lunch they had gone out to pay the butcher’s bill. Nina, having come from "his district" had won Giuseppe’s heart and he allowed her the pleasure of playing at housewife. It pleased her especially to pay the bills, so she was carrying the money—about thirty dollars. At the corner of Second Avenue and First Street, they had been surrounded by Blackie’s gang. Guiseppe had fought like a true Garibaldian until his head had been laid open with a knife and he had been thrown to the ground by the young toughs. As quickly as they had come, they ran away. When he picked himself up, Nina was nowhere to be seen. He had asked the aid of a policeman, but had been laughed at. Then he had come to the Teepee, not finding either Benson or me, he had bound up his head, and rallying some Garibaldian comrades, had set out on a search. This about three o’clock. A little after four they had found her sobbing desperately behind an ash can in an alley-way. He had had some trouble in persuading her to come back. She was afraid of Blackie’s wrath—but more afraid that Norman would be angry on account of the money.