Fanny shrugged her shoulders. With a sigh she said:
"I wonder if you'll ever have one 'just as good.'"
"Of course, I will," he said confidently.
"When?"
"I'm likely to get a good job most any time."
"Well, till you do," she retorted, "hang on to the one you have. When rent day comes, thirteen dollars in real money is a heap sight better than a hundred and fifty in hopes."
Jim shifted about uneasily on his feet. Stupidly he said:
"Yes, I suppose so."
"I know so," she exclaimed.
"Besides," he said with some hesitation, "one of my ideas might turn out big."