"Do you make a great deal of money?" I next inquired.
"Sometime I do, and sometime I don't," said the woman. She spoke with an accent that, while it sounded Italian, still showed unmistakably that she had lived in Butte.
"Well, do you make just enough to live on, or have you saved some money?" I asked.
"I got four hundred dollar in the bank," she replied. "I been peddlin' eight year."
"Eight years of tramping around in all kinds of weather," I said. "Your philosophy must be peripatetic, too. Haven't you ever had rheumatism in your knees?"
"I got rheumatism in every joint in my body," said the woman. "I have to lay off, sometime."
"Have you a husband?" I wished to know.
"I had a man—oh, yes," said the peddler-woman.
