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She
made
up
her
mind
.
What
,
though
,
was
she
to
say
?
In
what
words
did
beggars
ask
for
assistance
?
She
tried
to
remember
how
tramps
who
had
appeared
at
her
back
door
on
Los
Muertos
had
addressed
her
;
how
and
with
what
formula
certain
mendicants
of
Bonneville
had
appealed
to
her
.
Then
,
having
settled
upon
a
phrase
,
she
approached
a
whiskered
gentleman
with
a
large
stomach
,
walking
briskly
in
the
direction
of
the
town
.
“
Say
,
den
,
blease
hellup
a
boor
womun
.
”
The
gentleman
passed
on
.
“
Perhaps
he
doand
hear
me
,
”
she
murmured
.
Two
well
-
dressed
women
advanced
,
chattering
gayly
.
“
Say
,
say
,
den
,
blease
hellup
a
boor
womun
.
”
One
of
the
women
paused
,
murmuring
to
her
companion
,
and
from
her
purse
extracted
a
yellow
ticket
which
she
gave
to
Mrs
.
Hooven
with
voluble
explanations
.
But
Mrs
.
Hooven
was
confused
,
she
did
not
understand
.
What
could
the
ticket
mean
?
The
women
went
on
their
way
.
The
next
person
to
whom
she
applied
was
a
young
girl
of
about
eighteen
,
very
prettily
dressed
.
“
Say
,
say
,
den
,
blease
hellup
a
boor
womun
.
”
