"Sure."
"On the Central Park?"
"Sure."
"On the country? Oh I guess you couldn't to go on the country mit it?"
"Sure could you. All places what you wants you could to go sooner
Missis Bailey writes on papers how you is good girls."
"Oh, how I likes she should write like that fer me. Oh, how I likes
I should be monitors off of somethings."
"I tell you what you want to do: wash your hands!" cried Eva, with sudden inspiration. "She's crazy for what is clean. You wash your hands und your face. She could to have feelin's."
For some mornings thereafter Yetta was clean—and late. Miss Bailey overlooked the cleanliness, but noted the tardiness, and treated the offender with some of "the mads 'out sayin' nothings" which Sadie had predicted. Still, the "cop mit buttons und clubs" did not appear, though Yetta lived in constant terror and expected that every opening of the door would disclose that dread avenger.
On the fourth morning of her ablutions Yetta reached Room 18 while a reading lesson was absorbing Teacher's attention:
"Powers above!" ejaculated Patrick Brennan, with all the ostentatious virtue of the recently reformed, "here's that new kid late again!"