Almost at once the door was opened by a stout woman in a checkered dress. Dan assumed she must be Mrs. Treuhaft and he could guess by the expression of her face that she was very annoyed.
“I’m sorry,” he apologized quickly. “I didn’t mean to knock so hard.”
Mrs. Treuhaft did not smile or reply graciously as he had expected her to do. Instead, she fixed him with an unfriendly stare.
“What do you want?” she asked, not opening the door very wide.
Dan explained that he had come to see Mr. Treuhaft.
“He isn’t here and won’t be for awhile,” the woman answered shortly.
Dan reached for his pocketbook. “I want to pay for the window at the church,” he said. “Do you think a dollar will be enough?”
“Church window?” A strange light flickered in Mrs. Treuhaft’s steel gray eyes.
Dan started to tell her what had happened the previous day, but she cut him short.
“You think a dollar is enough to pay for the damage! Well, the very idea!”