Our neighboring church bell began to strike the hour. Nina brought down the foot which was in the air and, in a strained attitude, listened.
"Gee!" she said, jumping down to the floor. "It's ten o'clock."
For a moment she stood irresolute, and then her face hardening, she walked up to Norman.
"Gim'me two dollars."
The sudden demand hit him like a blow.
"Won't you stay to lunch with us?" he asked lamely.
"No. I've got to go—now! I want two dollars."
Such bargaining is unbearable to me, I fled to my room. In a few minutes, Norman came to my door.
"What can I do about this, Arnold?"
"Oh pay her her wages, and let her go," I said, "what else is there to do?"