"You?"
"Yes! You didn't hear? Oh, it made quite a fuss at the time! The newspapers had it, 'Mysterious Society Woman Sells Papers.' And I made a lot of money—no change, naturally! Too bad I didn't know you then; you would have paid at least a dollar a paper!"
She laughed gaily, a little excited at the recollection.
"It was quite romantic! Well, my old woman gave me the idea. She's been my mascot ever since. Every day I get my papers from her. Last night, coming back after a spin, I stopped as usual. I had the orchids here at my waist; I noticed her eying them.
"'What are you looking at? These?' I asked.
"She bobbed her head. She has only five teeth—the funniest teeth! You ought to see them; none of them meet.
"'At these flowers?'
"She bobbed again.
"'You like flowers?'
"Then she came up close to me—the way old people do, you know—and said in my ear: