Milly had a pleasant sense of returning to old ideals and ties in thus drawing near once more to the Kemps, whom latterly she had found a trifle dull.... Leaving the house, she bumped into old Mrs. Jonas Haggenash, one of the Kemps' neighbors. The Haggenashes had made their way in lumber and were among the most considered of the older, unfashionable people in the city. Mrs. H. had a reputation as a wit, of the kind that "has her say" under any and all circumstances. Latterly she had rather taken up Milly Ridge, who fished in many pools.
"So you and your young man had a falling out, Milly," Mrs. Haggenash rasped nasally.
"Our engagement has been broken," Milly acknowledged with dignity.
"That's a pity. It ain't every day a poor girl can marry a millionaire. They don't grow on every bush."
"When I marry, it will be some one I can respect and love too."
The old lady smiled dubiously at the pretty sentiment.
"Most women want to. But they've got to be fed and clothed first."
She looked at Milly's smart walking costume and smiled again. Milly always managed to have a becoming street dress and hat, even in her poorest days, and lately she had let herself out, as the pile of unopened bills on her dressing-table would show.
"I expect to eat and dress," Milly retorted, and trotted off with a curse near her lips for Mrs. Jonas Haggenash and all her tribe.