nial in this city of New York, where at every turn was the temptation to buy that which would beautify one's home or brighten one's life. And then suddenly a sharp pain shot through her heart.
If she were dissatisfied with what they were getting out of life, how must Larry feel? If she irked at spending everything on stern necessities, how must he, who earned it all, rebel?
There was no doubt about it! She must reform her management of their income. A new envelope marked "Larry" must be started and filled—ten dollars a month, one hundred and twenty dollars a year—her little labor of love for Larry's pleasure, no, not selfish pleasure, but for both of them a little joy in living that would lift them above the mere sordid effort to make both ends meet and to educate the children.
"Larry," she inquired, as he brushed his hair with the vigor of one who has enjoyed a well-deserved nap and is the better for it, "why are you and Mr. Duggan expected to save all the money for the company?"
