“And do it decently,” she nodded. “I live on half of that myself.”
“You?”
“Of course. Did you think I drew a salary like Farnsworth?”
She laughed at his open astonishment. It appeared genuine.
“You live on half of twenty-five dollars a week?” he repeated.
She did not care to pursue the subject. It was a bit too personal.
“So do hundreds of thousands of others,” she informed him. “On that and less than that. Now, you put that paper away in your pocket, and don’t ask Powers another question until you know it by heart. Then get after him again. When you run across something you don’t know, why don’t you write it down?”
He took out his engagement-book on the spot and made an entry.
“I’ve written down that you say it’s possible to live on twenty-five dollars a week,” he informed her, as he replaced the book in his pocket.