The senator listened intently, and his keen eyes grew soft, as he fumbled for his pocketbook. “That’s the point, my dear young lady,” he said soberly. “After all, what are two weeks’ comfort or discomfort to people as poor as most of those? I saw a miserable fellow, too,--sick and discouraged, taking his motherless children back home before he dies. But your girl is worse off. Give her this. It will help a little.”