"Well," said the landlady, entering upon her business at once, "have you got my money for me?"
But for Miss Wilmot's admonition, Rose would have produced the money without delay, but she thought it necessary to follow the directions of her new friend.
"They would not pay me for the two vests I had made," she said. "I must wait till all are finished."
"Just what I expected," said the landlady, placing her arms akimbo. "I saw how it would turn out. You needn't think I am going to be put off like this. Pay me my rent, or out you go, bag and baggage!"
"Would you turn my poor sister into the street, Mrs. Flanagan?"
"I am not going to keep you here for nothing, you may rely upon that."
"Won't you wait till next week?"
"When another week's rent will be due? No, I won't, and I hope that you understand it."
"Then you ought to be ashamed of yourself, woman!" said a strong, decided voice, and Miss Wilmot strode out of the bedroom.
Mrs. Flanagan stared at her with mingled surprise and indignation.