"I am prepared to write you a check at any moment." "I think I can call a meeting at once," she informed him, and did so by telephone.
Mrs.Sheats, who came over presently, was an angular woman who kept the expression of her mouth persistently sweet, no matter what her state of mind might be; and she was very glad indeed that, so long as Miss Purry insisted on permitting a building of any sort to be erected opposite the Slosher residence, they were protecting that estimable lady in her absence by insuring a structure of dignity and class.
Mrs.Kettle, who was a placid lady of mature flesh and many teeth, and who carried ounces upon ounces of diamonds without visible effort, bewailed the innovation that Miss Purry was forcing on them, but felt a righteous glow that, under the circumstances, they were doing so nobly on behalf of Mrs.Slosher.
Mrs.Mason, who was a little, dry, jerky woman whose skin creaked when she rubbed it, whose voice scratched and whose whole personality suggested the rasp of saw-filing, was in her own confession actuated by less affectionate motives.
"I'm glad of it!" she snapped.

"Mrs.Slosher is always talking about their superb river view and the general superiority of the Slosher location, the Slosher residence, the Slosher everything! I'm glad of it!" The other ladies felt that Mrs.Mason was very catty.
At four o'clock that afternoon Johnny entered in his book: "May third.

To seven hours--nine hours behind schedule--$35,000.

To Purry speculation, $210,000." To offset this was: "May third.

To a chance, $0.".