"'Settle down.' Somehow I hate that expression."
"All right, then, Mrs. Penny, we'll settle up. Speaking of settling up,
I guess the missus wants her Monday-morning allowance, doesn't she?"
"I—guess—so."
He placed three already counted out five-dollar bills on the dresser, weighting them down with a silver-back mirror.
"See if you can't make it last this week, Lilly. You watch Mother Becker market and you'll come out all right."
"Oh, I can't pick around raw meat the way mamma does. It makes me sick."
"Housekeeping may seem a little strange at first, but I'm not afraid my little wife is going to let any of them get ahead of her."
"Whoever wants it, can have that honor."
"What?"
"Nothing."