“I don’t know,” she answered. “And if I were you I’d forget the salary end of my job for a while.”
“It’s a mighty important end,” he declared.
“I don’t see it,” she returned frankly. “I suppose you’re starting on twenty-five?”
“That’s all,” he admitted.
“It’s all you’re worth. Any one to support besides yourself?”
“No.”
“Then what you worrying about?”
“But, good Heavens, a man can’t live on that––any length of time.”
“Can’t? I know men who support a wife and children on less.”
“Eh?”