Why, it's for charity, isn't it?
Charity covers a multitude of sins, and I'm just a miserable sinner that needs a bath-robe to snuggle in.

How can the poor be better served than by robbing the rich?
Go ahead, girls, and rig up the swellest booth that money will build.

I'll furnish as many flowers as you can sell, and Charity ought to get a neat little nest-egg out of the deal." "That's nice of you," said Patsy, kissing him; "but it's an imposition, all the same." "It's a blessing, my dear.

It will help a bit to ease off that dreadful income that threatens to crush me," he rejoined, smiling at them.

And the nieces made no further protest, well knowing the kindly old gentleman would derive untold pleasure in carrying out his generous plans.
The flower booth, designed by a famous architect, proved a splendid and most imposing structure.