Puttin' tew people in No. 30 is out of the questionit's jest erbout the size of a Cinderella shoebox, anyhow, an' the garret leaks" She paused, for Blossy was pulling at her sleeve, the real Blossy, warmhearted, generous, self-deprecating.

Her father" Janet, with eyes that dilated and contracted strangely, interrupted with a sweet, deprecating, "Good-by, Adelaide dear.