“Well, why don’t you buy a cot then? You could get one for two dollars.”
“I need the two dollars for other things,” Olga answered wearily. “Do you mean, Sonia, that you are not going to look for a place anywhere else?”
“O, I’ll look—but I won’t be hurried about it,” Sonia declared moodily.
“Well,” Olga spoke with deliberation, “if that is your attitude, there is but one thing for me to do, and that is to go away from here.”
“Olga! You couldn’t be that mean!” Sonia sat up straight and stared with startled eyes at the grave face opposite her.
“Think, Sonia,” said Olga in a low voice, though her heart was beating furiously, “how it would seem to you if I should refuse to work and expect you to support me.”
“That’s different,” Sonia muttered sullenly.
“How is it different?”
“Because you’ve got your work—I haven’t any.”
“But you might have if you would.”