"Then you've got to get another job. Right away. We don't want to miss a single payment!"
"Nor any meals," said Joe. "Which reminds me, I wonder if the Devil ever gets hungry?"
"I never thought of it," confessed Pearl, a slight expression of contrition crossing her features. "The idea of the Devil eating is just something that I've never considered, nor knew anybody who did consider it."
"I don't believe he eats," said Joe. "Why should he need food? He's immortal."
"I'd hate to think of him starving down there," said Pearl hesitantly.
"Don't you even begin to think he might!" said Joe in sudden alarm. "He doesn't eat, that's all there is to it. Even if he did, it would be just for pleasure—and it won't hurt him to go without. Besides, it would be the best thing that ever happened on this old world if he did starve to death."
"Don't worry," said Pearl. "I couldn't go down in that basement for love or money!"
Joe looked at her sharply. "You'd better not—for either of them!" he said. "I'll do the loving around here, and I'll make the money!"
The sound of running feet interrupted him, and he turned to the door to see Jimmy and Sally coming in from their play. Their faces were flushed, shining with exertion and health.