“I had thirteen cents. You can’t buy anything with that, can you?”
“I––I don’t know.”
Suddenly she remembered how, once on her way home from Chicago, she lost her purse and did not have sufficient change left even to wire her father to meet her. She was forced to walk from the station to the house. The experience had always been like a nightmare to her. She rose and stood before him.
“But, Don––what are you going to do?”
“I telephoned Barton, and he suggested I take some sort of position with a business house. He’s going to find something for me. I’m not worrying about that; but what I want to know is what I ought to do about you.”
“I don’t understand, Don.”
“I mean about our engagement.”
She looked puzzled.
“I’m afraid I’m very stupid.”