“I hope so.”
Mrs. Pantin’s bright blue eyes sharpened. “Ah-h, they must have money!” she reflected. Aloud she said:
“Really?”
“Certainly.”
This was mutiny. Mrs. Pantin lifted a sparse eyebrow—the one which the application of a burnt match improved wonderfully.
“Do you think that’s—wise?”
Mrs. Toomey had a notion that if she attempted to stand her legs would behave like two sticks of wet macaroni, yet she questioned defiantly:
“Why not?”
Undoubtedly they had made a raise somewhere!
“Why—my dear—her reputation!”