"Come on," she answered, starting briskly towards a new white building,
off the main thoroughfare, eastward. "I live here--start my
boarding-house today. I'm going to get rich. Every room's furnished
and every bed wanted as fast as I can make 'em up. Have you had your
breakfast?"

"Say, you're my Indian," answered Van. "I've got you two customers
already. You've got to take them in and give them your best if you
turn someone else inside out to do it."

Mrs. Dick paused suddenly.

"Bronson Van Buren! You're stuck on some woman at last!"

"At last?" said Van. "Haven't I always been stuck after you?"

Mrs. Dick resumed her brisk locomotion.

"Snakes alive!" she concluded explosively. "She's respectable, of
course? But you said two. Now see here, Van, no Mormon games with me!"

"Her _maid_--it's her maid that's with her," Van explained. "Don't
jump down my throat till I grease it."

"Her maid!" Mrs. Dick said no more as to that. The way she said it
was enough. They had come to the door of her newly finished house, a
clean, home-like place from which a fragrance of preparing breakfast
flowed like a ravishing nectar. "Where are they now?" she demanded
impatiently. "Wherever they are it ain't fit for a horse! Why don't