"Just a draftsman? That isn't a very high position, is it?"
"Not very."
"How much does it pay?"
He told her and saw her face fall.
"Why, that's only a little more than you have been making."
"At least, it's steady and sure."
"But even Maizie makes that much. I used to get ninety from the library. I thought men—clever men—"
"Beggars," he said, "even clever beggars, can't be choosers."
"But we're not beggars, are we?"
"Your Aunt Clara will think so."