``The money is in the bank. It has nothing to do
with our house and our property.''

He reflected, presently said: ``The horses and
carriages must be sold at once--and all those servants
dismissed except perhaps two. We can live in the house.''

She grew purple with rage. ``Sell MY carriages!
Discharge MY servants! I'd like to see you try!''

``Who's to pay for keeping up that establishment?''
demanded he.

She was silent. She saw what he had in mind.

``If you want to keep that house and live comfortably,''
he went on, ``you've got to cut expenses to the
bone. You see that, don't you?''

``I can't live any way but the way I've been used to
all my life,'' wailed she.

He eyed her disgustedly. Was there anything equal
to a woman for folly?

``We've got to make the most of what little we
have,'' said he.

``I tell you I don't know anything about those
things,'' repeated she. ``You'll have to look after them.