"But do you think it would be right?"
"Oh, no!" he cried mockingly. "Certainly not! It would be a terrible crime to unite a husband and wife and fix up a broken home! To say nothing of giving me back my regular job at a hundred and fifty. Shall I?"
Fanny wrung her hands with excitement. It certainly was a daring plan.
"I—I'm scared," she stammered, unwilling to commit herself.
"I'm not," he said boldly, "I'm never afraid of any game where I can't lose! And if it came through, you know what it would mean for us—good clothes, good food, money to spend and nothing to worry about except moving down to a Hundred and Twenty-fifth street! What do you say?"
"I don't know—" she answered hesitatingly.
"And then," he continued persuasively, "you must think of little Virgie. A baby makes a lot of difference—"
"Indeed it does," she replied warmly. "I bet Virginia would never have left Robert if they had had a baby."
"Shall I do it?" he asked tentatively.
"I'm scared. I am—honest I am!"