Baldy scoffed. “I’m not a hypocrite. It has been a rotten year.”
“Well, money isn’t everything, and we have each other.”
“Money is a lot. And just because we haven’t all been killed off is no special reason why we should thank the Lord.”
“Baldy, I want to thank him for the little things. Our little house, and warmth and light, and you, coming home at night——”
“My dear child, we don’t own the house, and I’m really not much when I get here.”
“That isn’t true, Baldy. And aren’t you thankful that you have me?”
There was a quaver in her voice, and he was not hard-hearted. Neither was he in a mood for sentiment.
“What’s the matter, old dear? Want me to throw bouquets at you?”
“Yes, I do. I’m low in my mind this morning.”
He saw that she meant it. “Anything happened, Janey?” he asked in a different tone.