said Mrs. Pardee, coldly.

But the name had won. How could they know that Maxine would grow up to be a rather bony young woman who preferred these high-collared white silk blouses; and said “eyether.”

Maxine had been about twelve when Okoochee beckoned Sam Pardee. They were living in Chicago at the time; had been there for almost three years — that is, Mrs. Pardee and Maxine had been there. Sam was in and out on some mysterious business of his own. His affairs were always spoken of as “deals” or “propositions.” And they always, seemingly, required his presence in a city other than that in which they were living — if living can be said to describe the exceedingly impermanent perch to which they clung. They had a four-room flat.