"I don't know whether you heard it, mother Sheridan," she said, "but
this old Vertrees house, next door, had been sold on foreclosure, and
all THEY got out of it was an agreement that let's 'em live there a
little longer. Roscoe told me, and he says he heard Mr. Vertrees has
been up and down the streets more'n two years, tryin' to get a job
he could call a 'position,' and couldn't land it. You heard anything
about it, mother Sheridan?"
"Well, I DID know they been doin' their own house-work a good while
back," said Mrs. Sheridan. "And now they're doin' the cookin', too."
Sibyl sent forth a little titter with a sharp edge. "I hope they find
something to cook! She sold her piano mighty quick after Jim died!"
Bibbs jumped up. He was trembling from head to foot and he was dizzy
--of all the real things he could never have dreamed in his dream
the last would have been what he heard now. He felt that something
incredible was happening, and that he was powerless to stop it.
It seemed to him that heavy blows were falling on his head and upon
Mary's; it seemed to him that he and Mary were being struck and beaten
physically--and that something hideous impended.
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