Finally, and for the encouragement of people troubled with accents that cut them off from all high employment, I may add that the change wrought by Professor Higgins
in the flower girl is neither impossible nor uncommon.
Mercedes Higgins sighed again and changed the subject.
It was on another day that Mercedes Higgins nodded, half to Saxon, and half to the dainty women's things Saxon was hanging on the line.
On her first visit to Mercedes Higgins, Saxon received the recipe for home-made soap and her head was filled with a minutiae of instruction in the art of fine washing.
Mercedes Higgins sighed cheerfully and for the time was lost in retrospection.
Mercedes Higgins was voluble as a Greek, and wandered on in reminiscence.
Saxon chilled, and her face was grave; but Mercedes Higgins rattled on.
And Saxon, back in her own kitchen and preparing supper for Billy, wondered what lusts and rapacities had led the old, burnt-faced woman from the big Peruvian ranch, through all the world, to West Oakland and Barry Higgins Old Barry was not the sort who would fling away his share of one hundred and fifty thousand dollars, much less ever attain to such opulence.
Higgins had been with men to whom money was as water.