enough for the two of you?"

"You shut up, Bert!" Mary cried. "Don't get raw."

"Whoa, Mary!" Bert grinned. "Back up. You're in the wrong stall
as usual."

"We don't need that room," Saxon was saying to Billy. "And so I
didn't plan any furniture. That money went to buy better carpets
and a better stove."

Billy came over to her, lifted her from the chair, and seated
himself with her on his knees.

"That's right, little girl. I'm glad you did. The best for us
every time. And to-morrow night I want you to run up with me to
Salinger's an' pick out a good bedroom set an' carpet for that
room. And it must be good. Nothin' snide."

"It will cost fifty dollars," she objected.

"That's right," he nodded. "Make it cost fifty dollars and not a
cent less. We're goin' to have the best. And what's the good of
an empty room? It'd make the house look cheap. Why, I go around
now, seein' this little nest just as it grows an' softens, day by
day, from the day we paid the cash money down an' nailed the
keys. Why, almost every moment I'm drivin' the horses, all day
long, I just keep on seein' this nest. And when we're married,
I'll go on seein' it. And I want to see it complete. If that
room'd he bare-floored an' empty, I'd see nothin' but it and its