“And you’re not to complain, understand, if sometimes there is a shortage in tenderness or juiciness of roasts.”
“I’ll be the best little victim of your experiments in thrift that ever was,” said Mr. Larry assuringly.
“Oh, Larry, that’s the very idea! Every day will brings its adventure in thrift. I’ll have my next trip in the morning.”
“Why don’t you start with the open market?” suggested Mr. Larry.
“I thought they were just for the poor.”
“They are run by the city for the people—and we are the people, aren’t we?”
“Well, not just people—when you have the darlingest and most understandingest of husbands—”
“And the most calculating and parsimonious of wives.”
“Now you’re making fun of me. But I’ll try the city market to-morrow. There’s one at the end of the Broadway car line.”
“Yes; at the old Fort Lee Ferry. You ought to catch some New Jersey farmers there, with fresh butter and eggs.”