“You won’t send them anything, then?”
“Not a red cent.”
Miss Flora looked distressed.
“But, Mr. Smith, I want to send some of ’em something! I want to be kind and charitable.”
“Of course you do, dear,” spoke up Miss Maggie. “But you aren’t being either kind or charitable to foster rascally fakes like that,” pointing to the picture in Miss Flora’s lap.
“Are they all fakes, then?”
“I’d stake my life on most of ’em,” declared Mr. Smith. “They have all the earmarks of fakes, all right.”
Miss Flora stirred restlessly.
“But I was having a beautiful time giving until these horrid letters began to come.”
“Flora, do you give because you like the sensation of giving, and of receiving thanks, or because you really want to help somebody?” asked Miss Maggie, a bit wearily.