Bedtime Story, Part III

There was once a ragged tramp of a girl with dust in her hair who had no home, sleeping under stairwells and on benches in the big city where she lived. Sometimes she would sing and dance for coins, or sweep courtyards and water flowers. Though dirty she was a pretty girl, and men often asked her for favors. "Only for a heart, I'd only do it for a heart, not for your love but mine, and only for a heart," she would say with her dark smile.