“Why, of course,” returned Sonia with the light laugh that always irritated her sister. “You don’t suppose I like being dependent on you, do you?”
“I don’t think you’d mind, if I would give you money whenever you want it.”
Again Sonia laughed. “But that’s not imaginable, you know,” she answered airily. “It’s like drawing eyeteeth to get a dollar out of you. You’re a perfect miser, Olga Priest.”
Olga let that pass. “I had intended to keep my suit in Lizette’s closet after this, but I will leave it here if you will promise to begin to-morrow to look for work. Will you promise?”
“You certainly are the limit!” Sonia cried impatiently. “I believe you grudge me every mouthful I eat, and the baby her milk too—poor little soul!” She caught up the baby and kissed it.
“Will you promise, Sonia?” Olga repeated.
Sonia dropped the baby on her lap again. “Of course I promise. I told you so before. Now for pity’s sake give me a little peace!” she exclaimed.