her fingers clutched and tore the envelope. A little choking cry burst from her throat, her knees trembled so that she was obliged to sit down.
In her fingers fluttered a check for‚ÅÝ‚Äî ten thousand dollars!
It was not until the next day that the two women were sufficiently composed to talk matters over sanely.
“What is your plan?” asked Zora.
“To put the money in a Northern savings bank at three percent interest; to supply the rest of the interest, and the deficit in the running expenses, from our balance, and to send you North to beg.”
Zora shook her head. “It won’t do,” she objected. “I’d make a poor beggar; I don’t know human nature well enough, and I can’t talk to rich white folks the way they expect us to talk.”