"He never will," declared her sister. "You know what he thinks of the movies."
"But he thinks wrong!" exclaimed Alice. "It's so different from what I thought."
"He'll never consent," repeated Ruth. "Hark! Here he comes now. Perhaps he has found something to do."
Footsteps were heard coming along the hallway. Alice glanced at the table before which her sister was sitting.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Looking over our bills, and trying to make five dollars do the work of fifteen," answered Ruth, with a wry smile. "Money doesn't stretch well," she added.
Mr. DeVere came in. It needed but a look at his face to show that he had been unsuccessful, but Ruth could not forbear asking:
"Well, Daddy?"
"No good news," he answered, hoarsely. "I could hardly make myself understood, and there seem few places where one can labor without using one's voice. I never appreciated that before."
"But I have found a place!" cried Alice, with girlish enthusiasm. "I have a place for you Daddy, where you won't have to speak a word."