'Welcome to America, sir, miss! have you anything extra to help me and my ailing mother?'
They looked swiftly away --- he to the side, his wife to him. That was the trick, of course: to force them to look away.
Her fingers were as fast as her eyes seemed innocent. Watches were her speciality ... but this time she focused on the lady. She wore a pin on her lapel that reminded the hot-corn girl of the one piece of finery her mother had owned.