dBooks desire

But he tops them all. I don't see
how ANY teacher can put fifteen dollars of value into
half an hour. But I suppose he does, or he wouldn't
get it. Still, his may be just another case of New York
nerve. This is the biggest bluff town in the world, I
do believe. Here, you can get away with anything, I
don't care what it is, if only you bluff hard enough.''
As there was no reason for delay and many reasons
against it, Mildred went at once to the address on the
card Jennings had left. She found Mrs. Howell
Brindley installed in a plain comfortable apartment in
Fifty-ninth Street, overlooking the park and high
enough to make the noise of the traffic endurable. A
Swedish maid, prepossessingly white and clean, ushered
her into the little drawing-room, which was furnished
with more simplicity and individual taste than is usual
anywhere in New York, cursed of the mania for useless
and tasteless showiness. There were no messy draperies,
no fussy statuettes, vases, gilt boxes, and the like.
Mildred awaited the entrance of Mrs.


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