"I don't seem to recall your name—McCoy. Ah, yes. What is your father's business?"
"He's a butcher," returned Lizzie.
"Where do you live?"
"Spring Street."
Mrs. Huntington shuddered. Fancy anyone from Spring Street venturing to ring at her exclusive portal!
"Jeannette is not at home," said she.
Susie Morris fared no better. Susie was round and pink and pleasant. Everybody liked Susie. Several times she had walked home with Jeanne; but they had always parted at the gate.
"Do come in," pleaded Jeanne. "I'll show you my new party dress. It's for the dancing school party; next week, you know."
"All right," said Susie.
The dress was lovely. Susie admired it in her shrill, piping voice. The sound of it brought Mrs. Huntington down the hall to inspect the intruder.