bare floor all day long. I'd be cheated. The house'd be a lie.
Look at them curtains you put up in it, Saxon. That's to make
believe to the neighbors that it's furnished. Saxon, them
curtains are lyin' about that room, makin' a noise for every one
to hear that that room's furnished. Nitsky for us. I'm goin' to
see that them curtains tell the truth."

"You might rent it," Bert suggested. "You're close to the
railroad yards, and it's only two blocks to a restaurant."

"Not on your life. I ain't marryin' Saxon to take in lodgers. If
I can't take care of her, d'ye know what I'll do? Go down to
Long Wharf, say 'Here goes nothin',' an' jump into the bay with a
stone tied to my neck. Ain't I right, Saxon?"

It was contrary to her prudent judgment, but it fanned her pride.
She threw her arms around her lover's neck, and said, ere she
kissed him:

"You're the boss, Billy. What you say goes, and always will go."

"Listen to that!" Bert gibed to Mary. "That's the stuff. Saxon's
onto her job."

"I guess we'll talk things over together first before ever I do
anything," Billy was saying to Saxon.

"Listen to that," Mary triumphed. "You bet the man that marries
me'll have to talk things over first."