"But I don't want to move; I can't move," said Mrs. Manstey,
almost with a scream. "And I came to tell you that if you build
that extension I shall have no view from my window--no view! Do
you understand?"

Mrs. Black thought herself face to face with a lunatic, and she
had always heard that lunatics must be humored.

"Dear me, dear me," she remarked, pushing her chair back a little
way, "that is too bad, isn't it? Why, I never thought of that.
To be sure, the extension WILL interfere with your view, Mrs.
Manstey."

"You do understand?" Mrs. Manstey gasped.

"Of course I do. And I'm real sorry about it, too. But there,
don't you worry, Mrs. Manstey. I guess we can fix that all
right."

Mrs. Manstey rose from her seat, and Mrs. Black slipped toward
the door.

"What do you mean by fixing it? Do you mean that I can induce
you to change your mind about the extension? Oh, Mrs. Black,
listen to me. I have two thousand dollars in the bank and I
could manage, I know I could manage, to give you a thousand if--"
Mrs. Manstey paused; the tears were rolling down her cheeks.

"There, there, Mrs. Manstey, don't you worry," repeated Mrs.
Black, soothingly. "I am sure we can settle it. I am sorry that