“Why, you stupid children, to typewrite with, of course!”
“But do you know how?”
“No; certainly not. How should I? But I am going to learn. It was a tremendous bargain, and I have been thinking of them for some time without saying anything about it. You know the magazines are full of advertisements of them, and they have made me simply wild to have one. I thought it would be so useful for us to have one in the house, and we can make a lot of money with it.”
“How?” asked Honor.
Something in her voice made Katherine glance at her sister’s face; but Honor was standing in the shadow cast by the staircase, which went up from the centre of the hall.
“Doing typewriting for people, of course. You hear all the time of girls who are typewriters. How dull of comprehension you are to-night, Honor!”
“How much did you give for it?”
“My dear, it was awfully cheap! The man assured me it was a wonderful bargain!”
“They usually do,” remarked Honor, “but you haven’t yet named the price. How much was it, Katherine?”
“It is really a hundred-dollar machine, but they call it second-hand, though it has only been used a little, and so I got it for forty.”