If we should find them at this Mother Beasley's--"
"I don't expect that; but we may hear of them there," said Nan. "Here's
our new chum."
The flower-girl had darted away to sell one of her little bouquets. Now
she came back and took up the discussion where she had dropped it.
"Now about those eats," she said. "I ain't in the habit of eating at all
hours; it don't agree wid my constitootin, me doctor tells me. Fact is,
sometimes I don't eat much, if _any_."
"Oh!" gasped Bess.
"That's when I don't sell out. An' I got five posies left. I b'lieve I'd
better take ye up on this offer. Youse pay for me feed for the pleasure
of me comp'ny; hey?"
"That's the answer," said Nan, spiritedly. "We're going to be good
friends, I can see."
"We are if youse is goin' to pay for me eats," agreed the girl.
"What is your name?" asked Nan, as their young pilot guided the
chums across to the opening of a side-street. "Mine is Nan, and my
friend's is Bess."
"Well, they calls me some mighty mean names sometimes; but my real,
honest-to-goodness name is Inez. Me mudder was a Gypsy Queen and me
fadder was boss of a section gang on de railroad somewhere. He went off
and me mudder died, and I been livin' with me aunt. She's good enough
when she ain't got a bottle by her, and me and her kids have good times.
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