CHAPTER V
THE HUMAN FLY
General Price was vastly amused over the account of Dee's sale of the coffin to the amiable Dick. Miss Maria was frankly shocked, and Miss Wilcox amazed and a little scornful.
"I never cared for slumming," she announced that night when we had retired to the girls' wing.
"But helping Annie Pore keep store is not slumming," said Dee, the dimple in her chin deepening.
Dee Tucker had a dimple in her chin just like her father. When father and daughter got ready for a fight, those dimples always deepened.
"Most kind of you, I am sure, although that sort of adventure never appealed to me. I have taught in the mission school in New York's East Side, but when the class is over I always leave. I can't bear to mix with the lower classes. It is all right to help them but not by mixing."
"But you don't understand,—Annie Pore is one of our very best friends. She is not the lower classes. She is better born than any of us and prettier and better bred and more accomplished——"
"Ah, indeed! I should like to behold this paragon."
"Well, you shall behold her all right! She is going to join us here in a day or so."