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"An' Hermy's goin' to marry a man with money. Her heart's set on
it--firm!"
"Money!" said Ravenslee, scowling. "She seems anything but mercenary."
"Mercenary!" cried Mrs. Trapes, "I should say not! I tell ye, she could
be a-rollin' around in a six-thousand-dollar automobile at this very
hour if she was that kind. With her face an' figure! She could so!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean as there's men--rich men, an' married too--as is mad after
her--"
"Ah!" said Ravenslee, frowning again.
"You may well say 'ah!'" nodded Mrs. Trapes. "Men is all beasts more or
less! Why, I could tell you things--well, there! Hermy ain't no innocent
babe but there's some things better than innocence an' that's a
chin--will-power, Mr. Geoffrey. If a woman's sweet an' strong an'
healthy like Hermy, an' got a chin--nothin' can harm her. But beauty
like hers is a curse to any good woman if she's poor, beauty being a
quick-seller, y' see!"
"Yes, I see--I know!" said Ravenslee, clenching his hands and frowning
blacker than ever.
"But," continued Mrs.


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