"I want to move out. I have found a modern three-roomed house for twelve dollars a month."
"There must be something wrong if you get a modern, three-roomed house for twelve dollars. You had better be careful. It must be in an undesirable locality, and you know, Mrs. Armstrong, you can't afford to take your children into an undesirable neighborhood."
"This house is on Maple Street."
"There must be something wrong."
"I am going to move out of your house tomorrow. I owe you for two and a half months."
"You owe for three months. When you remain in a house you owe for the entire month."
"Very well, Mr. Stover. Here is your money. I was visited this morning by a stranger who gave me an envelope containing two hundred dollars—a gift from the Wilford Springs Ku Klux Klan."
Stover's countenance fell when he received this information.
"That's a very bad organization," he said gravely. "Didn't you read in the paper how they mistreated my janitor?"
"I don't know anything about what they did to your janitor, but I do know they helped me and that I am thankful," she said, smiling.