"All right." Bert digressed long enough to catch the white hand
and kiss it, and say: "Isn't it wonderful--our sitting here
planning things together? Aren't we going to have FUN!"

"Rent, thirty-five," Nancy began, after an interlude. Bert, who
had secured a large sheet of clean paper, made a neat entry,
"Rent, $35."

"You make such nice, firm figures, mine are always wavy!" observed
Nancy irrelevantly, at this. This led nowhere.

"Now one quarter of that rent ought to come out every week," Bert
submitted presently. "Eight dollars and a half must be put aside
every week."

"Out of this, too?" Nancy asked, touching the money on the table.

"Well, that's all that's left of half my salary, drawn in
advance," Bert said, pondering. "Yes, you see--we pay a month in
advance on the first!"

"And what have we besides this, Bee? Your Aunt Mary's check, and--
and what else?"

"Aunt Mary's hundred, which will certainly take care of the
freight bills," Bert calculated, "and that's all, except this."

"But, Bert--but, Bert--all that money we had in Boston?"

Bert pointed to the table.