"You don't look as if you were devoted to a career, she admitted.
"Oh," sighed Fitzgerald, "I only just barely got her in time!"
"And now what do you propose doing?"
"Why, to-morrow we shall look for a place to live--for a home."
"Do you mean a flat?" asked Kate with a flick of satire.
"A flat, or anything. It doesn't matter much what."
"Or where?"
"It will be on the West Side," said the matter-of-fact Fitzgerald.
"And who'll keep house for you? Must you find servants?"
"Why, Kate, we're dreadfully poor," cried Marna excitedly, as if poverty were a mere adventure. "Didn't you know that? I shall do my own work."