CHAPTER XII
VEE GOES OVER THE TOP
"But listen, Vee," says I. "If Hoover can't pull it off, with all the backin' he's got, what's the use of a few of you women mixin' in?"
"At least we can try," says Vee. "The prices this Belcher person is charging are something outrageous. Eggs ninety cents!"
"We should worry," says I. "Ain't we got nearly a hundred hens on the job?"
"But others haven't," says Vee. "Those people in that row of little cottages down by the station. The Walters, for instance. He can't get more than twenty-five or thirty dollars a week, can he?"
"There's so many cases you can't figure out," says I. "Maybe he scrubs along on small steaks or fried chicken."
"It's no joking matter," protests Vee. "Of course there are plenty of people worse off then the Walters. That Mrs. Burke, whose two boys are in the Sixty-ninth. She must do her marketing at Belcher's, too. Think of her having to pay those awful prices!"