"I--I think I'll go for my things." "The custom is to pay in advance," said Mrs.Wylie sharply.
"Oh, yes--of course," stammered Susan.
She seated herself on the wooden chair and opened out her purse.
She found the five among her few bills, extended it with trembling fingers toward Mrs.Wylie.

At the same time she lifted her eyes.

The woman's expression as she bored into the pocketbook terrified her.

Never before had she seen the savage greediness that is bred in the city among the people who fight against fearful odds to maintain their respectability and to save themselves from the ever threatened drop to the despised working class.
"Thank you," said Mrs.Wylie, taking the bill as if she were conferring a favor upon Susan.

"I make everybody pay promptly.
The first of the week or out they go! I used to be easy and I came near going down." "Oh, I shouldn't stay a minute if I couldn't pay," said the girl.