Mrs. Kennedy wasn’t in the flat when Angelica got home. She was
up-stairs, cleaning a vacant flat, and thither Angelica followed her.
She was scrubbing the pan of a gas-stove--a vilely dirty thing, heavily
incrusted with grease and slime, in which were embedded dead matches and
bits of food.
"Mother!"
The unaccustomed word surprised her. She turned to look into Angelica’s
face smiling down at her.
"Mother, will you support me for a while?"
"Why, child, of course! I’ll do whatever I can for you. Have you lost
your job?"
"No, but I’m going to try something new. It may not bring in anything
much for quite a while, but I think after a time it’ll be a regular
gold-mine. And it’s very _nice_. I know Eddie would like me to do it!"