- glect," answered Laurie. Then, having avoided
Bob's playful punch, he added, "she's sort of broke up, though, over Miss Comfort."
"Who? Oh, the old dame that makes cake. Yes, my aunt was saying something about her at dinner yesterday. They're putting her out of her house or something, aren't they?"
Laurie nodded. "It's a blamed shame, too," he said indignantly. "Why, say, Bob, she's over seventy! And one of the nicest old ladies in town, too. Always cheerful and happy and—and sunny, you know. One of the—er—well, a fine character, Bob."
"Gosh, I didn't know you were so well acquainted with her, Nod!"
"Well, I don't know her so very well personally," replied Laurie, "but Polly says—"
"Oh!" chuckled Bob.
Laurie scowled. "I don't see anything very funny in it," he protested. "A perfectly corking old lady like Miss Comfort having to go to the poor-farm! At her age! Almost eighty!"
"Hold on! She was seventy a minute ago! Who says she's going to the poor-farm?"
"Pol—everybody! I call it a rotten shame!"
