"I'se wished many a time, more lately'n I used ter, dat I could take some fair cretur I lobed ter my heart, and dat 'tween us we had money 'nuff ter start a restauration or sometin' ob dat sort."
Clo sniffed a little.
"In dem places de wurk all comes on de woman," said she.
Dolf was quite aware of that fact; it was the one thing which made him contemplate the idea with favor.
"Oh, not at all," he said, "de cookin's a trifle; tink ob de 'counts; my head's good at figures."
"Dey kind o' puzzles me," Clo confided to him softly.
"Tain't 'spected in the fair sect," said Dolf; "dey nebber ort to trouble 'emselves 'bout sich matters."
Then Dolf sighed.
"Yer wonders what's de matter," he said; "I was jis lamentin' dat I hadn't been able to save as much as I could wish, so dat I could realise sich a dream."
"Laws," cried Clo, so agitated and confused she was about to speak the words he so longed to hear; "how much wud it take? Does yer tink dat if a woman had—"