"Cheer up, Dearie. There's one thing you forgot to put down to the credit of that dress-suit account. It has made your little wifey very, very happy!"
Honey put her head on Dearie's shoulder.
"For that reason," said Skinner, "and for that alone"—he winked solemnly at the wall over Honey's shoulder—"it has made me very happy!"
He stroked Honey's glossy hair and held her close.
"No," said Honey, resuming her place at the table, which she had left in her exuberance to give Dearie a hug, and knitting her brows, "there's no way of spending any more money. We've made our original investment."
"The initial cost," Dearie corrected.
"We've invested in ourselves," Honey went on.
"Yes, and we've bought our own bonds," Skinner added.
"And they'll pay better than any old bank," cried Honey. Then quickly, "But we won't buy any more!"
"There are other financial stunts besides putting money in the bank," observed Skinner. "Look at Lewis. He invested in himself."