However, he had cast the die, and no matter what came of it he would n't back out. If he did, Honey would never believe in him again. His little kingdom would crumble. So he grinned. "I think I'll have a demi-tasse, just to celebrate."
So Honey brought in the demi-tasse.
Then Honey took her seat again, and resting her elbows on the table, placed her chin in the cup of her hands and looked at Skinner so long that he flushed. Had her intuition searched out his guilt, he wondered.
"And now, I've got a surprise for you, Dearie," she said, after a little.
After what Skinner had gone through, nothing could surprise him, he thought. "Shoot!" said he.
"You thought I got you to get that raise just to build up our bank account—did n't you?"
"Sure thing!" said Skinner apprehensively, "Why?"
"You old goosie! I only got you to think that so you'd go after it! That is n't what I wanted it for—at all!"
Skinner's mouth suddenly went dry.
"We've been cheap people long enough, Dearie," Honey began. "We've never dressed like other people, we've never traveled like other people. If we went on a trip, it was always at excursion rates. We've always put up at cheap hotels, we've always bargained for the lowest rate, and we've always eaten in cheap restaurants. Have n't we, Dearie?"