Her husband sent her an affectionate glance, but made no remark for some time. Then he said, “What are you doing?”
“Darning a pillow-case; it is getting old.”
“Why don’t you buy some new ones?”
“I must economize now,” she said. “It takes more to keep us since the boy came.”
“But you will have plenty by and by.”
“We haven’t it yet, Stephen. One can’t count on the future.”
“I believe it is a pleasure to you,” he said under his breath.
His wife caught the word pleasure, and said, “What did you say, Stephen?”
“I believe you like to scrimp yourself for any one you like.”