course, she would find a way to save that extra ten each month—for Larry's use or pleasure.
Then she tiptoed out of the living-room, closing the door behind her, lest the children, coming in from their walk, should fall upon their father like the Philistines they were. But as she packed his bag and laid out his clean linen, her mind turned over and over the troublesome question, and the lines reappeared in her broad white forehead.
She was tabulating the luxuries which they denied themselves. First, there was Larry's love for music. From the day of their engagement they had subscribed annually to a certain series of orchestral concerts. When it had come time this year to renew the subscription, she had had to tell Larry that the family budget would not admit of the expenditure. Larry, Junior's, measles, her dentist's bill, and the filling out of their dinner set from open stock, had overdrawn the envelopes marked "Care and Education" and "Operating Expenses," leaving a vacuum in the one labeled "Luxuries."
