“If I did, what would we live on?” she inquired.
“Well, I have the house. That’s provided for––all except the table.”
“But if I spent the fifty dollars for a new hat, then what would we have left for provisions?”
“You mustn’t spend it all on a new hat,” he warned.
“Then, there are gowns and––oh, lots of things you don’t know anything about.”
“Couldn’t you get along with a little less?”
She thought a moment.
“I don’t see how,” she decided. “I never get anything I don’t want.”
“That’s something,” he nodded approvingly. “Then you think I must earn more than fifty a week?”