"She's a touch above the vulgar, Michael," broke in Berlaps, the
owner of the shop, coming forward as he spoke.

"Yes, indeed! That craft has been taut rigged in her time."

"Who can she be, Michael? None of your common ones, of course?"

"Oh no, of course not; she's 'seen better days,' as the slang phrase
is."

"No doubt of that. What name did she give."

"Lizzy Glenn. But that may or may not be correct. People likely her
are sometimes apt to forget even their own names."

"Where does she live?"

"In the lower part of the town somewhere. I have it in the book
here."

"You think she'll bring them shirts back?"

"Oh, yes. Folks that have come down in the world as she has, rarely
play grab-game after that fashion."

"She seemed all struck aback at the price."

"I suppose so. Ha! ha!"