"I'll buy a Mrs. Rand with pleasure," I promised. "I have never ceased to regret that I did not save ours in the fire and let the pincushion Cousin Park Garnett gave me perish in the flames."
"Well, that's one sale already! That means five cents. I get five cents on every sale I make."
"I'll take a batty-cake turner just to see it do the flipflap, if it takes a whole trip of fares to pay for it."
"Good for you, Dee! I'll ride in your jitney if my work takes me in the West End."
CHAPTER II
EARNING A LIVING
We were up bright and early the next morning. I was dressed and tenderly cared for, with my easy chair dragged into the bay window, where I could command a view of the street east and west as far as the eye could reach. A housemaid, whose duty it was in the morning to do up the Tuckers' apartment, was cautioned to look in on me every half-hour to see that I wanted for nothing.
"Zebedee would kill us for leaving you this way," declared Dum as she embraced me good-by. "Nothing but the exigencies of the case excuse us."