"I don't. I read the papers. I guess they got what they deserved. The workin' people in the world ain't any too keen on buyin' any more diamond tiaras for loafers. I reckon it was about time for a new deal all around without the face cards."
"Perhaps, Beth. But there's always the ten spot to take the deuce."
"I hadn't thought of that," said Beth reflectively. "People aren't really equal—are they? Some apples are better than others. I guess," she sighed, "that the real trouble with the world is because there ain't enough friendship in it."
Peter was silent for a moment.
"Yes, that's true," he said, "not enough friendship—not enough love. And it's all on account of money, Beth. There wouldn't have been any European war if some people hadn't wanted property that belonged to somebody else."
"I hope wanting this money won't make me hate anybody or make anybody hate me. I don't want to make Mr. McGuire unhappy or Miss McGuire——"
"You needn't worry," said Peter dryly. "You see, it's your money."
Beth gave a deep sigh.
"I can't help it. I would like to have a sport coat and a cerise veil like Peggy wears."
"You shall have 'em. What else?"