“Well, you won’t, so you’d better forget it. I shouldn’t wonder but what you received a 179 raise to two thousand if Farnsworth gets you out selling, and that ought to satisfy you.”
Don looked up. Somehow, every time she put it that way it did sound enough. Beside the brook it sounded like plenty.
“Look here,” he exclaimed. “Would you marry a man who was only drawing a salary of two thousand?”
For a moment the question confused her, but only for a moment.
“If I was willing to take my chance with a man,” she said, “his salary of two thousand would be the least of my troubles.”
“You mean you think two could live on that?”
“Of course they could,” she answered shortly.
“And have enough to buy clothes and all those things?”
“And put money in the bank if they weren’t two fools,” she replied.
“But look here,” he continued, clinging to the subject when it was quite evident she was willing to drop it. “I’ve heard that hats cost fifty dollars and more apiece, and gowns anywhere from two hundred to five.”