having loved Dolly since she was born, offered to advance her any
money she wanted. They said they felt sure her mother would
"relent."

"SHE may," said Dolly haughtily. "I WON'T! And my husband can give
me all I need. I only wanted something of my own, because I'm going
to make him a surprise present of a new motor-car. The one we are
using now does not suit us.

This was quite true, as the one they were then using ran through
the subway.

As summer approached, Carter had suddenly awakened to the fact that
he soon would be a pauper, and cut short the honey- moon. They
returned to the flat, and he set forth to look for a position.
Later, while still looking for it, he spoke of it as a "job." He
first thought he would like to be an assistant editor of a
magazine. But he found editors of magazines anxious to employ new
and untried assistants, especially in June, were very few. On the
contrary, they explained they were retrenching and cutting down
expenses--they meant they had discharged all office boys who
received more than three dollars a week. They further "retrenched,"
by taking a mean advantage of Carter's having called upon them in
person, by handing him three or four of his stories--but by this he
saved his postage-stamps.

Each day, when he returned to the flat, Dolly, who always expected
each editor would hastily dust off his chair and offer it to her
brilliant husband, would smile excitedly and gasp, "Well?" and
Carter would throw the rejected manuscripts on the table and say: