You'll let me come again, of course." "Oh, yes, do." At Ethel's tone, Fanny smiled to herself, as deftly she adjusted her furs.

She turned to look in the mirror and her eye was caught by the photograph of Amy over on Joe's chiffonier.

She moved a step toward it, paused, turned back, and with a good-bye to Ethel went out.
Ethel's eyes went back to the photograph.

How strong and alarming, all in an hour, Amy's picture had become.

As she looked, it seemed to take on life, to be saying, "Money! Money at last!" And with dismay she told herself: "Now they'll come in a perfect horde!".