“Who?” gasped Beth.
“That’s what I sometimes call Maude Grimshaw. She wanted a couple of her ‘Me toos’ to have Eighty and Eighty-one——”
“What do you mean by ‘Me toos?’”
“Why, girls who agree always with Princess Fancyfoot. There are ‘sich,’ my dear, though you mightn’t suppose it,” Molly said, laughing. “‘For wheresoever the carcass is, there will the eagles be gathered together.’”
“Oh, Molly! I wouldn’t speak so,” begged Beth.
“Oh, pshaw! Grim-shaw, I might say,” chuckled Molly. “You don’t know her yet.”
But there was so much to see and so many new ideas to grasp, that Beth did not that evening give much thought to the possibility of an unpleasant neighbor. Her own room was of good size with two windows. The bathroom between Number Eighty and Eighty-one was tiled and had a shower.
“You see,” explained Molly, “Greba’s father had this bath put in at his own expense for her particular use. Miss Process, who had my room before I got it, enjoyed Miss Purcell’s friendship, too. Oh! Greba was an awfully nice girl—and her father could have bought and sold Princess Fancyfoot’s father half a dozen times over and never missed the money. The Purcells are a different breed of rich folks from the Grimshaws—believe me!
“And say! we’re two lucky girls to get these rooms. First grades don’t usually get their pick of accommodations. No, indeedy!”
It was not until the next day, however, that Beth realized the truth of this statement of Molly’s—and learned, too, what a very unpleasant neighbor she had in Maude Grimshaw.