dBooks desire

''
He reflected, presently said: ``The horses and
carriages must be sold at once--and all those servants
dismissed except perhaps two. We can live in the house.''
She grew purple with rage. ``Sell MY carriages!
Discharge MY servants! I'd like to see you try!''
``Who's to pay for keeping up that establishment?''
demanded he.
She was silent. She saw what he had in mind.
``If you want to keep that house and live comfortably,''
he went on, ``you've got to cut expenses to the
bone. You see that, don't you?''
``I can't live any way but the way I've been used to
all my life,'' wailed she.
He eyed her disgustedly. Was there anything equal
to a woman for folly?
``We've got to make the most of what little we
have,'' said he.
``I tell you I don't know anything about those
things,'' repeated she. ``You'll have to look after them.
Mildred and I aren't like the women you've been used to.
We are ladies.''
Presbury's rage boiled over again at the mention of
Mildred. ``That daughter of yours!'' he cried.


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