"I'm afraid I shouldn't agree with her!"
"Why not, Edith?"
"Because she knows only tenement children—nothing of children bred like mine!"
Deborah drew a quick short breath, her brows drew tight and she looked away. She bit her lip, controlled herself:
"Very well, I'll try again. This house is plenty large enough so that by a little crowding we could make room for somebody else. And I know a teacher in one of my schools who'd be only too glad—"
"Take a boarder, you mean?"
"Yes, I do! We've got to do something!"
"No!"
Deborah threw up her hands:
"All right, Edith, I'm through," she said. "Now what do you propose?"