"Don't you believe it!" Bobs replied cheerily. "I live in the shabbiest kind of a dump." She did not add that she had not as yet resided on New York's East Side for more than twenty-four hours, at the longest, and that prior to that her home on Long Island had been palatial. She was eager to know how girls who had never had a chance were forced to live. Miss Wiggin was descending rather rickety steps below the street level. "Is your room in the basement?" Bobs asked, trying to keep from her voice the shock that this revelation brought to her. No wonder there were no roses in the wan cheeks of little Miss Wiggin.