"How long have they been here?"
"Two weeks and a little over."
"Haven't they paid you anything?"
"Not a cent."
Alva became more distressed. "And the girl is so delicate, too," she said.
"Delicate! I should think that she was. Every third day the old lady has all my flat-irons wrapped in towels to put around her. And then, think of it! October, and not a coat or a flannel have either of them got."
A slight shiver ran over Alva.
"You're cold," said Mrs. O'Neil; "come into the kitchen. Mary Cody, you stand at the door and listen, for that old lady is a sly one."
Mary Cody stood at the door, and the other three went into the kitchen.
"Won't Mrs. Ray be pleased," said Mrs. O'Neil. "She was down at the church, or I'd have gone right up to her with the paper. It was she that set every one after 'em, because she was so crazy over their staying at the Adams farm that night. She's so jealous of Sammy."