“I tell you I won’t stay,” the girl broke in, becoming more excited.
“Even if I offer you eighteen instead of fifteen dollars a week? That’s an outrageous amount!”
“I won’t stay here under any condition. Let me out!”
Nancy Drew reluctantly stepped aside, and Mary Mason rushed out the door, fairly running across the porch in her haste to reach the street. Nancy, a puzzled expression on her face, stood in the doorway and watched her until she had rounded a corner.
“Can you beat that!” she exclaimed, lapsing into slang. “If she isn’t the queerest girl I ever met! And to think I’ve wasted nearly an hour in talking to her!”