"What time shall I get these goods?" she asked.
"Before nightfall," answered the man.
"But this chicken is for dinner," she said. "I must have it by two o'clock."
"Then you had better take it with you," said a by-stander, a competent-looking woman.
Mrs. Larry unpacked the basket, had the fowl, some sweet potatoes and celery done up in a big paper sack which she could carry, and turned the balance of her marketing over to the delivery men.
Why in the world hadn't she thought of this and let Claire bring them both over in the Pierce limousine? Well, she'd know better the next time. And she turned over the silver lining of this particular domestic cloud so quickly that the young bride, sitting opposite her on the cross-town car simply had to smile back. After which they fell into conversation.
"I've just about decided," the younger woman remarked, as she looked at Mrs. Larry's great bag of provisions, "that you've got to pay the high cost of living either in money or time or strength. I bought four dollars' worth
