People Like That

me disappointedly. "It's very cold," she

better. It's warm

mitations. Mrs. Crimm's got an imitation. You look awful grand in that fur coat-look like a princess pers

nblinking scrutiny, but flush it did. "I don't want to seem different. People are

ery time I see Evie May Poore I wish I was an Indian so I could tomahawk her hair. Most of her money goes in hair and chewing-gum. Mr. Crimm says he thinks gir

ich my veil was to be fastened. Hands on my hat, I

ief business nowadays, looking out for high-class crooks. He says you ain't as strong-colored as some the ladies he sees up-town, but he never did see a face with more sense and soul

e sold goldfish and canary-birds, and fox-terriers and white rabbits; and from there we turned in the direction which led to Mrs. Gibbons's.

were earned by different members of the household. The information given me had been gained from her schoolmates, and what at first had seemed appalling frankness and freedom, I soon learned was a

n the pickle-factory as soon as she's fourteen." Bettina

Rice says she'll stay in that pickle-factory all her life if she don't have that mole taken off. A boy won't have a girl for a sweetheart if her

ogether as if for protection, and as we went up the steps of the shaky porch a head

ning she was going down to the 'firmary to get some medicine for that misery in her back what struck her yester

r at which we had knocked was opened cautiously, and at its aperture a head

s Mrs.

lled to the woman still leaning out of the upsta

Miss Dandridge Heath,

ve come to see yo

have been a pretty woman, but her hair and eyes were now a dusty black, her skin the color of putty, and her mouth a drooping curve that gave to her face the expression of one who was about to cry. Life had apparently for some time been more than sh

er eyes. "It's warmer in the kitchen. Maybe you'd better

e to it was a table on which lay a switch of coarse black hair. A crepe-paper lambrequin decorated the mantel-shelf, whose ornaments were a cup and saucer, a shaving-set, and a pair of conch-shells; while between the windows was a wash-stand obviously kept for ornamental purposes, as there was no water in the pitcher and the basin was cracked. Pinned on the soft plastering of the walls were fl

d I would have stumbled over a step had I not been warned in time. The noise made by

tably clear. "She's the kind who's like a sifter. You have to be r