"Can't say," answered Tottie, with exasperating indifference.
"Tottie, I'm going to move."
At that, the landlady started, suddenly concerned. "Move?" she echoed incredulously.
Clare ran to a sewing-machine that stood against the wall behind the settee. "Today," she added; "—now."
"Where you goin'?"
"To—to Jersey."
Barbara, coated and hatted, and with Lolly-Poppins firmly clasped in her arms, followed the younger woman. "Aunt Clare——"
"Jersey!" scoffed Tottie. "You sure don't mean Jersey City."
Clare covered her confusion by hunting among the unfinished work on the machine. "Yes,—Jersey City," she challenged.
Tottie's eyes narrowed with suspicion. "Must be pretty bad," she observed. "Pretty bad."