her nerves could stand. And she could not protest violently after her mother's goodness to her upstairs.

“Mother, no!” she pleaded. “It's impossible. We can't have Charlotte on the top of the other things; we're squeezed to death as it is. Freddy's got a friend coming Tuesday, there's Cecil, and you've promised to take in Minnie Beebe because of the diphtheria scare. It simply can't be done.”

“Nonsense! It can.”

“If Minnie sleeps in the bath. Not otherwise.”

“Minnie can sleep with you.”

“I won't have her.”

“Then, if you're so selfish, Mr. Floyd must share a room with Freddy.”