"Don't be cross, Tommy! I am down on my job to-day."
"Suppose you quit it! Shall we go to the Bahamas? Or Paris? Or Rio?"
"Do you think that you could manage the excursion, Tommy?" Although she smiled good-naturedly, the remark seemed to cut. The young man slumped into a chair and leaned his head on his hands.
"Besides, where would Percy come in?"
Cairy asked half humorously, "And where, may I ask, do I come in?"
"Oh, Tommy, don't look like that!" Conny complained. "You do come in, you know!"
Cairy brought his chair and placed himself near the fire; then leaned forward, looking intently into the woman's eyes.
"I think sometimes the women must be right about you, you know."
"What do they say?"
… "That you are a calculating machine,—one of those things they have in banks to do arithmetic stunts!"