Jennie could see, therefore, that, to begin with, their position would be difficult, though only to begin with. He could send her a little money while he was away, but it wouldn't be very much.
"I don't want you to send me any," she said, hastily.
"You forget that I'm your husband, dear. If I didn't, you could bring an action for divorce on the ground of nonsupport."
This idea being new to Jennie, she had it explained to her, rejecting it as a resource because it was unromantic.
"And so, to be on the safe side against that," he laughed, "I've got this for you now."
Slipping an envelope from his pocket, he forced it into the hand he was holding.
"It's only a hundred dollars—" he was beginning to explain.
She snatched her hand away as if she had been stung.
"Oh, Bob, I can't!"
That situation amused him. It was one more proof of the naïve honesty of the little girl. He knew how hard up she was, how hard up all the family must be, and yet money didn't tempt her.