"If I am better off than anybody," said Mrs. Rollins, with a faint smile, "I suppose I ought not to complain."
"My! What a nice lot of provisions!" exclaimed Mrs. Marlow, espying for the first time the open basket. "Sure, you buy things by the quantity."
"That was a present to Rupert from a rich gentleman whose acquaintance he made."
"It's a nice thing to have rich friends. Rupert, would you mind tellin' the gentleman that you know a poor widder that would be thankful for his kind assistance?"
"I don't feel well enough acquainted with Mr. Sylvester for that," said Rupert, annoyed.
"Sure his name is Sylvester, is it? And where does he live?"
"In Harlem."
"And what's the street and number?"
"I should prefer not to tell you."
"Ah, it's selfish you are. You want to keep him to yourself."