“You're a fool!” said Minna Eddy.
Marie smiled feebly at her.
Minna Eddy stood glaring around the room. Her husband was at her elbow, watching her anxiously.
“Come home now, Minna,” he pleaded.
But she stamped her foot suddenly. “I ain't goin' to stand it!” she declared. “I'm goin' to take what I can get, I be.” Her eyes rested first upon one thing, then another, then she looked hard at the Oriental rug, which the three tradesmen had discussed. Then she swooped upon it and began gathering it up from the floor.
“Oh, Minna! Oh, Minna!” gasped little Willy Eddy.
“You lemme be,” she said, fiercely. “I see'd them men lookin' at this. It ain't handsome, but it's worth good money. I heard something they said. I ain't goin' to lose all that money. I'm goin' to take what I can git, I be.”
“Minna, you—”
“Lemme be.”
“It ain't accordin' to law, Minna.”