the garage lights were on, and the lot behind the shop was dusky.
Bud sat down on the running board and began to figure what the
actual cost of the bargain would be when Bill had put it into
good mechanical condition. New bearings, new bevel gear, new
brake, lining, rebored cylinders--they totalled a sum that
made Bill gasp.

By the time Bud had proved each item an absolute necessity, and
had reached the final ejaculation: "Aw, forget it, Bill, and buy
yuh a Ford!" it was so late that he knew Marie must have given up
looking for him home to supper. She would have taken it for
granted that he had eaten down town. So, not to disappoint her,
Bud did eat down town. Then Bill wanted him to go to a movie, and
after a praiseworthy hesitation Bud yielded to temptation and
went. No use going home now, just when Marie would be rocking the
kid to sleep and wouldn't let him speak above a whisper, he told
his conscience. Might as well wait till they settled down for the
night.



CHAPTER TWO. TWO MAKE A QUARREL

At nine o'clock Bud went home. He was feeling very well
satisfied with himself for some reason which he did not try to
analyze, but which was undoubtedly his sense of having saved Bill
from throwing away six hundred dollars on a bum car; and the
weight in his coat pocket of a box of chocolates that he had
bought for Marie. Poor girl, it was kinda tough on her, all
right, being tied to the house now with the kid. Next spring when