"That's all," I said. "We don't seem to have got very far, do we? Couldn't you—er—trim hats, or take in washing, or something?"
"No—but you could. I mean, we haven't counted in your salary yet, have we?"
"What salary?"
"Well, whatever they give you for doing whatever you do. What were you getting before the War?"
"Oh, nothing much."
"Yes, but how much?"
"Really," I began stiffly.
"If you're ashamed to say it right out, just tell me how far it would take us."
"To about the end of September, I should think."
"Oh, dear! Three more months to go." A frown wrinkled her forehead; then her brow cleared. "Why, of course we haven't counted in the holidays."