Queed by Henry Sydnor Harrison
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and either the noise or he would have to vacate. So Fifi gathered up her
things and left. I found her, half an hour later, in her little bedroom, which was ice-cold, coughing and crying over her sums, which she was trying to work at the bureau. That was how I found out about it. The child would never have said a word to me." "How simply outrageous!" said the girl, and became silent and thoughtful. "Well, what do you think I'd better do, Sharlee?" "I think you'd better let me waylay him in the hall after supper and tell him that the time has come when he must either pay up or pack up." "My dear! Can you well be as blunt as that?" "Dear Aunt Jennie, as I view it, you are not running an eleemosynary institution here?" "Of course not," replied Aunt Jennie, who really did not know whether she was or not. Sharlee dropped into a chair and began manicuring her pretty little nails. "The purpose of this establishment is to collect money from the transient and resident public. Now you're not a bit good at collecting money because you're so well-bred, but I'm not so awfully well-bred--" "You _are_--" "I'm bold--blunt--brazen! I'm forward. I'm resolute and grim. In short, |
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