"No. We'll wait. It would drive the Atom mad to wait."
"Yes." She looked as if she thought it might drive her mad, too.
When she and Denis were alone in the Stronghold that night, she observed elatedly, and with considerable confidence, "And we'll be able to manage so beautifully, because we've had such practice in economising lately."
He nodded.
"We'll live on potatoes, old girl! I must say I prefer to economise on praties rather than on porridge."
"I've been thinking it all out. We'll have to be very careful, of course, but what does it matter—what does it matter? I'll sweep and clean and groom the horses! I'll have one dress a year—oh, Denis! Denis! I'm all in a wuzzle. I'm so happy that—"
"Let's go out! Come along. I shall burst if I don't."
"We'll find a quiet square and run!" she cried.
It was ten o'clock. At eleven o'clock they remembered that they would be locked out. They returned and threw small stones at Herr Schmidt's window. He let them in.
"Ach," he exclaimed, looking at Nell, "you make my dry heart glad!"