"She's my wife. After all, if it weren't for her I should be hiring out now at forty dollars a month."
Nora lifted her face. For a long moment, brother and sister exchange a sad regard.
"Very well," she said huskily, "I'll do what you want."
He made one last appeal:
"You do insist on it, Gertie?"
"Of course I do."
"I'll go and call the men." He looked vacantly about the room, searching for his hat.
"Frank Taylor needn't come, need he?" asked Nora timidly.
"Why not?"
"He's going away almost immediately. It can't matter about him, surely."