“You have a good many chairs in this room,” she went on, “more than
usually go in a furnished apartment, even in the most expensive hotels.”
I had two chairs and a sofa. Mrs. Bushey rose and drew together her
fur-lined coat.
“It’s horrible to think of that boy with only one chair,” she murmured,
“far from his home, too. Of course I’d give him any I had, but mine are
all gone. I’d give the teeth out of my head if anybody wanted them.
It’s not in my nature to keep things for myself when other people ought
to have them.”