"I had bought all my fall clothes, George," she
said; "and I paid every bill I owed. I don't owe a cent for clothes,
George."
"That's good," he said wanly, and he had a moment of physical
dizziness that decided him to sit down quickly. For an instant it
seemed to him that he was not Fanny's nephew, but married to her. He
passed his pale hand over his paler forehead. "Well, let's see where
we stand," he said feebly. "Let's see if we can afford this place
you've selected."
Fanny continued to brighten. "I'm sure it's the most practical plan
we could possibly have worked out, George--and it is a comfort to be
among nice people. I think we'll both enjoy it, because the truth is
we've been keeping too much to ourselves for a long while. It isn't
good for people."
"I was thinking about the money, Aunt Fanny. You see--"
"I'm sure we can manage it," she interrupted quickly. "There really
isn't a cheaper place in town that we could actually live in and be--"
Here she interrupted herself. "Oh! There's one great economy I forgot
to tell you, and it's especially an economy for you, because you're
always too generous about such things: they don't allow any tipping.
Pages:
436
437
438
439
440
441
442
443
444
445
446
447
448
449
450
451
452
453
454
455
456
457
458
459
460