"I am not! No!"
Tottie's voice lowered, losing its harshness, and took on a wheedling tone. "But you never have to run," she informed slyly, "if you've got the goods on somebody." She winked.
"I—I haven't."
"Stick—and fight—and cash in."
"Tottie!" Clare stared, appalled.
"O-o-o-oh!"—sneeringly. "Pullin' the goody-goody stuff, eh?"
"Let me go! Let me go!"
"Auntie Clare!" With the cry of fear, Barbara came between them, catching at the elder woman's arm.
Tottie loosed her hold and went back to the mantel to lean and look. Clare drew out a drawer of the small center-table, searched it, and laid a hand-mirror beside the cage.
"What'll be your new address?"