When mother first read that article in the Atlantic she had said, right off,—
"I'm sure I wish they would!"
"Would what, mother?" asked Barbara.
"Co-operate."
"O mother! I really do believe you must belong, somehow, to the Micawber family! I shouldn't wonder if one of these days, when they come into their luck, you should hear of something greatly to your advantage, from over the water. You have such faith in 'they'! I don't believe 'they' will ever do much for 'us'!"
"What is it, dear?" asked Mrs. Hobart, rousing from a little arm-chair wink, during which Mrs. Holabird had taken up the magazine.
Mrs. Hobart had come in, with her cable wool and her great ivory knitting-pins, to sit an hour, sociably.
"Co-operative housekeeping, ma'am," said Barbara.