They owe everybody, and last week a coal-dealer made an awful fuss at the door with Mr.Vertrees.
Their cook told our upstairs girl, and she said she didn't know WHEN she'd seen any money, herself! Did you ever hear of such a case as that girl in your LIFE ?" "What girl?
Their cook ?" "That Vertrees girl! Don't you see they looked on our coming up into this neighborhood as their last chance?
They were just going down and out, and here bobs up the green, rich Sheridan family! So they doll the girl up in her old things, made over, and send her out to get a Sheridan--she's GOT to get one! And she just goes in blind; and she tries it on first with YOU.

You remember, she just plain TOLD you she was going to mash you, and then she found out you were the married one, and turned right square around to Jim and carried him off his feet.
Oh, Jim was landed--there's no doubt about THAT! But Jim was lucky; he didn't live to STAY landed, and it's a good thing for him!" Sibyl's mirth had vanished, and she spoke with virulent rapidity.

"Well, she couldn't get you, because you were married, and she couldn't get Jim, because Jim died.

And there they were, dead broke! Do you know what she did?
Do you know what she's DOING ?" "No, I don't," said Roscoe, gruffly.
Sibyl's voice rose and culminated in a scream of renewed hilarity.
"BIBBS! She waited in the grave-yard, and drove home with him from JIM'S FUNERAL! Never spoke to him before! Jim wasn't COLD!" She rocked herself back and forth upon the divan.

"Bibbs!" she shrieked.
"Bibbs! Roscoe, THINK of it! BIBBS!" He stared unsympathetically, but her mirth was unabated for all that.
"And yesterday," she continued, between paroxysms--"yesterday she came out of the house--just as he was passing.