"I know she can't live over there in that big warehouse, and that's number four hundred and sixteen," said Grace.
"She lives in a house back in a court beside that big one," explained
Inez. "It's four hundred and sixteen and a half."
"Then it's only half a house?" suggested Bess Harley.
"I know it can be only half fit to live in," said Walter. "Not many of these around here are. What are you going to do now, Nan?"
"Inez will take us over and introduce us to Jennie."
"Sure thing!" agreed the waif.
"Tell us, Inez," Nan said. "What can we take in to your friend Jennie?"
"To eat, or comforts of any kind?" cried Grace, opening her purse at once.
"Hi!" cried Inez. "Jest look around. Anything youse see. She ain't got nothin'."
"Which was awful grammar, but the most illuminating sentence I ever heard," declared Bess, afterward.