The policeman hovered near, scowling.

He was powerless, since the young woman had spoken first.
"Charity," in a half-articulated voice, as if the word to her possessed many angles, and she was endeavoring to find the proper one to fit the moment.
"What organization ?" A blank pause.

"My own, ma'am, of which I am the head." There was no levity in tone or expression.
By now every window in the club framed a dozen or more faces.
"I will take this Canova, I believe," she finally decided, opening her purse and producing the necessary silver.

"Of course, it is quite impossible to send this ?" "Yes, ma'am.

Sending it would eat up all the profits." But, with ill-concealed eagerness, "If you will leave your address I can send as many as you like." "I will do that." Incredible as it seemed, neither face lost its repose; he dared not smile, and the young woman did not care to.