"No one helped me when I was poor," growled Jim.
"That," she explained, "was because you were known to have a talent for helping yourself—and because you married me, who am help enough for any man."
"There may be something in that," Jim was forced to concede. "Shirley still at her aunt's?"
"Yes."
"Hmmmm! Mighty long visit. What's she doing there?"
"Having a very good time."
"While Davy—hmmmm! Any trouble there, do you suppose?"
"No-o-o! But Shirley keeps writing about 'poor David, who doesn't seem to have the money-making knack'—with an air that says, 'Poor Shirley!' And when a woman begins to speak sadly of her husband's flaws, it is time they were together again with all flaws repaired. Shirley being Shirley, it had better be in prosperity."
"Who's going to repair Shirley's flaws?"
"That's part of the scheme. We must get her back somehow before she knows Davy's plans are accepted. Then she will seem—"