“I say are you going to leave?” The thought of the improper street was terrible and horrible; but they might go right away to some other part of London. Mag answered instantly but the interval had seemed long and Miriam was cold with anxiety.
“No; we don’t see why we should.”
Miriam gazed dumbly from one to the other, finding herself admiring and wondering more than ever at their independence and strength.
“You see the woman’s so absolutely self-respecting.”
“Much more so than we are!”
“Out of doors she’s a model of decorum and good style.”
“We’re ashamed when we meet her.”
“We are. We skip into the gutter.”
“We babble and slink!”
“Indoors she’s a perfect landlady. She’s been awfully good to us.”