dBooks desire

``I do not see how I could
make it less. That is the fair share of the--''
``Oh, I think that is most reasonable,'' interrupted
Mildred. ``And I wish to come.''
Mrs. Brindley gave an almost childlike sigh of relief
and smiled radiantly. ``Then it's settled,'' said she.
``I've been so nervous about it.'' She looked at Mildred
with friendly understanding. ``I think you and I are
somewhat alike about practical things. You've not had
much experience, either, have you? I judge so from
the fact that Mr. Jennings is looking after everything
for you.''
``I've had no experience at all,'' said Mildred.
``That is why I'm hesitating. I'm wondering if I can
afford to pay so much.''
Mrs. Brindley laughed. ``Mr. Jennings wished to
fix it at sixty a week, but I insisted that forty was
enough,'' said she.
Mildred colored high with embarrassment. How
much did Mrs. Brindley know?--or how little? She
stammered: ``Well, if Mr. Jennings says it is all right,
I'll come.''
``You'll let me know to-morrow? You can telephone
Mr.


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