"You live opposite; in Mayor Packard's house ?" I approached her, smiling.

She had dropped her hands from her chin and seemed very eager now, more eager than the other woman, to interest me in what she had about her and so hold me to the shop.
"Look at this," she cried, holding up an article of such cheap workmanship that I wondered so sensible an appearing woman would cumber her shelves with it.

"I am glad you live over there," for I had nodded to her question.

"I'm greatly interested in that house.

I've worked there as cook and waitress several times." I met her look; it was sharp and very intelligent.
"Then you know its reputation," I laughingly suggested.
She made a contemptuous gesture.