"Sometimes she's got her beds all full and you hafter wait for lodgin's.
Mebbe she'll let you camp in her room, or in one of the halls up-stairs."
"Oh, but, my dear, we don't wish to stay!" Nan said. "Only to eat here and inquire about those other girls."
"Where' ye goin' to stop?" asked Inez, curiously.
"We have friends out by Washington Park," Bess said. "They'd have met us, only there was some mistake in the arrival of our train."
"Hi! Washington Park?" exclaimed the flower-seller. "Say, you must be big-bugs."
Nan laughed. "I guess they are," she said.
"Youse won't be suited with Mother Beasley's grub," said the girl, hesitating at the basement steps.
"I believe she's right," Bess said faintly, as the odor of cooking suddenly burst forth with the opening of the door under the long flight leading to the front door of the house.
"I've eaten in a lumber camp," said Nan, stoutly. "I'm sure this can't be as hard."