“No,” she said, desperately, “more. I’m afraid it will take five thousand dollars to pay everything.”
“Phew!” he whistled. “How in the name of all that’s expensive——”
“Oh, I don’t know——” helplessly, “money adds up so fast—I suppose that father might help me if you can’t—but I didn’t want to ask him if I could help it; you know he——”
“Oh, no,” said Crabb, with a sudden move of the hand. “It can be managed, of course, but I admit I’m surprised—very much surprised that you haven’t thought fit to take me closer into your confidence.”
“I’m sorry, Mort,” she muttered, humbly. “It won’t happen again.”
Crabb pushed back his chair and rose. “Oh, well, don’t say anything more about it, Patty. It must be attended to, of course. Just give me a list of the items and I’ll send out the checks.”
“But, Mort, I’d like to——”
“I’ll just stop in at Madame Jacquard’s on the way uptown and——”
Patty started up and then sank back weakly.
“Oh, Mort, dear,” she faltered, “it isn’t worth while. It would be so much out of your way——”