"It's going to be very nice," said Mrs. Makely, with an evident perception of her pride in it.
"Yes, if we ever get money to finish it. Thank you for the children!"
"Oh, it was this gentleman." Mrs. Makely indicated me, and I bore the merit of my good action as modestly as I could.
"Then, thank you, sir," said the young woman, and she asked Mrs. Makely, "You're not living about here, ma'am?"
"Oh, no, we're staying at the hotel."
"At the hotel! It must be very dear, there."
"Yes, it is expensive," said Mrs. Makely, with a note of that satisfaction in her voice which we all feel in spending a great deal of money.
"But I suppose you can afford it," said the woman, whose eye was running hungrily over Mrs. Makely's pretty costume. "Some are poor, and some are rich. That's the way the world has to be made up, isn't it?"
"Yes," said Mrs. Makely, very dryly, and the talk languished from this point, so that the driver felt warranted in starting up his horses. When we had driven beyond earshot she said, "I knew she was not an American, as soon as she spoke, by her accent, and
