"What is it, Mildred?" Bessie asked in the cooing voice she always had for children.
"I want my Jungle Book," the little girl replied, taking a book from the table.
"Run along, girlie," Bessie said; and Mildred, having decided that it was not an opportune moment to make affectionate good-nights, went upstairs.
"Well, what is it?" Bessie demanded in the other tone.
"I have a purchaser for the house, at fair terms."
"Please remember that it is my house."
"Wait! Whatever remains after paying off the mortgage and our debts, not more than six thousand dollars, I suppose, will be placed to your credit in the trust company."
"Why should I pay all our debts?"
Her husband looked at her, and she continued hastily:—
"What do you mean to do then? We can't live on the street."