The girl smiled. There was cause for happiness, for these dreary flats which were passing the window were the flats of Poland.
"I have often thought, Mr. Bim, that you were a human angel!"
Cherry beamed.
"Why, that's what I was named after," he said. "Ain't you heard of the Cherry Bims? My sister Sarah was named the same way—you've heard of Sarah Bims?"
"Seraphims," laughed Malcolm; "true, it's near enough. But why this dissertation on your moral character, Cherry?"
"I'm only remarking," said Cherry, "I wouldn't like you gu—fellers to go away thinkin' that high-class female society hadn't brought about a change in what I would describe, for want of a better word, as my outlook."
"All our outlooks have been shaken up," said the girl, laying her hand on Cherry's arm.
"I am a Grand Duchess of Russia and you are—you are——"
"Yes, I'm that," said Cherry, helping her out. "I'm one of nature's extractors. But I'm through. I hate the idea of workin' and maybe I won't have to, because I've got enough of the—well, any way, I've got enough."