“Money, money, money!” Miss Maggie threw out both her hands with a gesture of repulsion. “If I’ve heard that word once, I’ve heard it a hundred times in the last week. Sometimes I wish I might never hear it again.”
“You don’t want to be deaf, do you? Well, you’d have to be, to escape hearing that word.”
“I suppose so. But—” again she threw out her hands.
“You don’t mean—” Mr. Smith was regarding her with curious interest. “Don’t you want—money, really?”
She hesitated; then she sighed.
“Oh, yes, of course. We all want money. We have to have money, too; but I don’t think it’s—everything in the world, by any means.”
“You don’t think it brings happiness, then?”
“Sometimes. Sometimes not.”
“Most of—er—us would be willing to take the risk.”
“Most of us would.”