But he was a fool about
money and he got mixed up in things--and died. I was twenty-five years
old then, and I took to hats.
"Well, Harve Granger was my father's law-clerk before father was elected
judge. I used to see him night and morning. And, as I say, I know him
all the way through. He knows I know him, and that's what he can't get
over."
There was a little silence when she finished; a silence Rose's instinct
told her not to break. Presently the little woman wheeled around on her.
"Well," she said, "you came to me anyway, though you saw the judge
meant it for a joke. Why did you do that?"
"I don't know," said Rose. "I thought I would."
"And you haven't told me yet," said Miss Gibbons, "that you're really
straight and respectable. What have you got to say about that?"
"Nothing much," said Rose. "I am straight and respectable. But I suppose
a woman who wasn't would pretend to be. So you will have to decide about
that for yourself."
"Hmph!" grunted Miss Gibbons. "I don't know why I asked a fool question
like that, unless it's because, like the rest of them, I live in
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