"HILDA!" Mrs. Lightener's voice was shocked.
"Oh, Bonbright and I talked it over the night we met. Don't be a bit alarmed. I'm not being especially forward…. We've got to do something. What does Bon want us to do?"
"He wants me to give him a job."
She turned to Bonbright. "They turned you out?"
"I turned myself out," he said.
She nodded understandingly. "You WOULD," she said, approvingly. "What kind of a job can you give him, dad?"
"H'm. THAT'S settled, is it? What do you think, mother?"
"Why, dear, he's got to support his wife," said Mrs. Lightener.
Malcolm Lightener permitted the granite of his face to relax in a rueful smile. "I called you folks in to get your advice—not to have you run the whole shebang."
"We're going to run it, dad….Don't you like Ruth Frazer?"