"By golly, I never thought of that. It ought to be figured, too.
Anyway, we've got a snap here, and next Saturday afternoon you've
gotta get off from the laundry so as we can go an' buy our
furniture. I saw Salinger's last night. I give'm fifty down, and
the rest installment plan, ten dollars a month. In twenty-five
months the furniture's ourn. An' remember, Saxon, you wanta buy
everything you want, no matter how much it costs. No scrimpin' on
what's for you an' me. Get me?"

She nodded, with no betrayal on her face of the myriad secret
economies that filled her mind. A hint of moisture glistened in
her eyes.

"You're so good to me, Billy," she murmured, as she came to him
and was met inside his arms.

"So you've gone an' done it," Mary commented, one morning in the
laundry. They had not been at work ten minutes ere her eye had
glimpsed the topaz ring on the third finger of Saxon's left hand.
"Who's the lucky one? Charley Long or Billy Roberts?"

"Billy," was the answer.

"Huh! Takin' a young boy to raise, eh?"

Saxon showed that the stab had gone home, and Mary was all
contrition.

"Can't you take a josh? I'm glad to death at the news. Billy's a
awful good man, and I'm glad to see you get him. There ain't many