always expecting something big, some fat office with big profits,
but it never came. Do you know why? Because YOU aren't big, that's
why. You're little, Peter; you know it, and so does the party."

The object of this address swelled pompously; his cheeks deepened
in hue and distended; but while he was summoning words for a
defense his wife ran on evenly:

"The party used you just as long as you could deliver something,
but you're down and out now, and they've thrown you over. Fogarty
offers to pay his debt, and I'm not going to refuse his help."

"I suppose you think you could have done better if you'd been in
my place," Peter grumbled. He was angry, yet the undeniable truth
of his wife's words struck home. "That's the woman of it. You kick
because we're poor, and then want me to take a fifteen-hundred-
dollar job."

"Bother the salary! It will keep us going as long as necessary"

"Eh?" Mr. Knight looked blank.

"I'm thinking of Lorelei. She's going to give us our chance."

"Lorelei?"

"Yes. You wonder why I've never let her spoil her hands--why I've
scrimped to give her pretty clothes, and taught her to take care
of her figure, and made her go out with young people. Well, I knew
what I was doing; it was part of her schooling. She's old enough