"The dentist," Edith answered. "Not extravagant, is it—for five children?"
"I see," said Deborah. "And this?"
"Bedding," was Edith's sharp response. "A mattress and more blankets. I found there weren't half enough in the house."
"You burned John's, didn't you?"
"Naturally!"
All at once both grew ashamed.
"Let's be sensible," Deborah said. "We must do something, Edith—and we can't till we're certain where we stand."
"Very well—"
They went on more calmly and took up the items one by one. Deborah finished and was silent.
"Well, father, what's to be done?" she asked.