Chapter Sixteen
Who Is Mrs. Cord?
Peéwee was disappointed to find that the place on Madison Street which formerly had been recognized as his was now occupied by another boy. The boy's much larger size forbade any attempt to deprive him of his post by force, and Peewee was obliged to take a block further west, where there were not so many people passing.
Women had always been his best customers; they were now. When he saw one approaching, he held out a paper and raised his big blue eyes under their long black lashes appealingly. He had enjoyed, when he sold newspapers before, watching the effect of this on the women—to see their inattentive expression, as they glanced at him, change suddenly to tenderness and pity and to have them buy papers which probably they did
