Chapter 46 pay the debt in your own way.

Jimmy Jake released his hand, hung his head and rubbed his eyebrows. "I'm sorry." He apologized so quickly that Mila Pruitt was embarrassed, spilling iodophor all over the clean floor, and she said, "Where's your mop?"? I sweep. And the wound on your face. She turned over the medicine box several times, and she regretted it. "Alas, the only bottle was broken by me. I'll go down and buy it later. Wipe it with a hot towel first." Then he went to the bathroom to get a towel for hot water. She went left and right, and the hem of her long skirt rubbed against Jimmy Jake's ankles. He was so upset that he took her arm and pulled it down with a little force. "You can either sit quietly here or go back to your own house." Mila Pruitt doesn't want to go back. She came to Philadelphia from Britain with Jimmy Jake. She doesn't have any friends here. It's boring to go back and stay alone. "But your wound still has to be treated."