"She'd be a fine one to run such a house for the girls, wouldn't she?" suddenly cried Miss Podder.
"Why—if she could," Mrs. MacAvelly admitted slowly.
"Could! Why not? You say she gets about easily enough. All she's have to do is manage, you see. She could order by 'phone and keep the servants running!"
"I'm sure she'd like it," said Mrs. MacAvelly. "But don't such things require capital?"
Miss Podder was somewhat daunted. "Yes—some; but I guess we could raise it. If we could find the right house!"
"Let's look in the paper," suggested her visitor. "I've got a Herald."
"There's one that reads all right," Miss Podder presently proclaimed. "The location's good, and it's got a lot of rooms—furnished. I suppose it would cost too much."
Mrs. MacAvelly agreed, rather ruefully.
"Come," she said, "it's time to close here, surely. Let's go and look at that house, anyway. It's not far."
They got their permit and were in the house very shortly. "I remember this place," said Miss Podder. "It was for sale earlier in the summer."