"Yes, your little Schnapsie," said Daisy viciously.
"Yes; she has no time to come and see us," cried Rebecca. "But she has plenty of time for her—slumming."
"Well, she does good," he murmured apologetically.
"A fat lot of good!" sniggered Rachael.
"To herself!" corrected Lily.
"I do not understand," he muttered uneasily.
"Well—" began Lily. "You tell him, Leah; you know more about it."
"You know as much as I do."
He looked appealingly from one to the other.
"I always said the slums were dangerous places for people of our class," said Sylvia. "She doesn't even confine herself to her own people."