"And you bought it because it was cheap! Oh, you women! Now,
Eunice, that's just a case in point. I want my wife to have
everything she wants--everything in reason, but there's no sense
in throwing money away. Now, kiss me, sweetheart, for I'm due at
a directors' meeting in two shakes--or thereabouts."

Embury snapped the fastening of his second glove, and, hat in
hand, held out his arms to his wife.

She made one more appeal.

"You're quite right, San, maybe I didn't need that C.O.D. thing.
But I do want a little chickenfeed in my purse when I go out
to-day. Maybe they'll take up a collection."

"A silver offering for the Old Ladies' Home,--eh? Well, tell
'em to come to me and I'll sign their subscription paper! Now,
good-by, Dolly Gray! I'm off!"

With a hearty kiss on Eunice's red lips, and a gay wave of his
hand to Aunt Abby, Embury went away and Ferdinand closed the door
behind him.

"I can't stand it, Aunt Abby," Eunice exclaimed, as the butler
disappeared into the pantry; "if Sanford were a poor man it would
be different. But he's made more money this year than ever
before, and yet, he won't give me an allowance or even a little
bit of ready money."