"Oh, my foot hurts again. Let's get into a decent room and talk it over there. I hate draughty halls and unwarmed rooms. There's a fire in the little side parlor off the dining room. That's my own private den. I want to get there and lie down. That rabbit pie I had for lunch doesn't agree with me, I'm afraid. Do you like rabbit pie?"
"No, indeed; I wouldn't eat one for anything."
"Why not?"
"I should fancy the pretty creatures looking at me with their soft eyes. They're the gentlest animals in the world."
"The most destructive, you mean."
She did not contest. Besides, she was now in great haste to leave Fairacres and regain the shelter of her own home. Strange, she reflected, how quickly she had ceased to think of this house, her birthplace, as a home; since all that went to make it such had gone elsewhere.
"About that rent money. If Hallam is able to keep at work we may together earn five dollars a week. That would be twenty dollars a month. The rent is ten. We will be able to pay it, I think."
"Do you imagine you will be able to live upon the remainder? Upon two and a half dollars a week, four grown persons?"
"If we have no more, we shall have to do so, shan't we?"