A Southerner comes to New York with some cash, a great deal of pride, and a marvelous talent for sculpture. Discover whether Fairfax will at last meet success and marry the beautiful Bellas.
between him and her mother. She nodded at her cousin.
"Why, the Buckingham is six dollars a day," she said. "I asked the barber when he cut Gardiner's hair."
Fairfax smiled. "I reckon that is a little steep, Bella."
"It's too far away, anyhow, Cousin Antony, it's a mile; twenty blocks is a New York mile. There are the Whitcombs." And the child turned to the less capable woman.
Her mother exclaimed: "Why, of course, of course, there are the Whitcombs! My dear Antony," said his aunt, "if you could only stay with them you would be doing a real charity. They are dear little old maids and self-supporting women. They sell their work in my women's exchange. They have a nice little house."
Bella interrupted. "A dear little red-brick house, Cousin Antony, two stories, on the next block."
She tucked her book under her arm as though it were a little trunk she was tucking away to get ready to journey with him.
"The Whitcombs would be perfectly enchanted, Antony," urged his