Nellie to go to dancing school, or for you and your husband to hear a good concert. I hope these talks will help you to solve just such problems. I'd like to think of each one of you having just one thing that you have always denied yourself, and to have it by learning how to get the most for father's money."
On the applause which followed, Claire Pierce rose, new vitality straightening the figure that had drooped at the luncheon table. It was Mrs. Larry who sat quite still, looking beyond the platform with its group of buyers, its exhibit of purple and fine linen, and the cheery conference leader, far, far up-town into a certain apartment where reposed certain manila envelopes known to herself and Mr. Larry as "The Budget."
As Claire Pierce touched her elbow, she drew a deep sigh and rose.
"Oh, dear," said Claire, "if only I'd heard this talk before I said what I did to Jimmy!"
Mrs. Larry came to with a start.
"Jimmy? Oh, yes, Jimmy! Forgive me. I'd forgotten him. You see, I was thinking of my Larry."
