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Presently she reached for her iron, stone-cold long since, and stood
awhile clutching it in bony fingers and staring at nothing in
particular.
"He's sure a man, Hermy my dear!" she said at last, nodding at the
stuffed parrot in the corner. "I've watched him careful and I know. And
there's some things better than money, my dear--ah, much better! So if I
should help to bring you into his arms--man an' wife, my dear--why, I
guess it would be the best thing Anne Angelina Trapes ever done--yes,
mam!" Saying which, she went back to her ironing.
On the stairs Ravenslee met Spike, who hailed him joyously.
"Say, Geoff, I'm all alone to-night; come an' eat supper with me--how
about it?"
"Suppose you have supper at Mrs. Trapes' with me?"
"No, she gets on me nerves--so come on over, will you?"
"With pleasure."
"'N' say, I'm a few chips shy on butter, Geoff--bring in ten cents'
worth, will you?"
"Right, O comrade, I'll be with you anon. Make boil the kettle against
my coming," and Ravenslee hastened down the stairs.


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