belong to the country clubs and have cars and----"

"Let's don't go into that any more, mama," the daughter begged
her. "What's the use?"

"It COULD be of use," Mrs. Adams insisted. "It could if your
father----"

"But papa CAN'T."

"Yes, he can."

"But how can he? He told me a man of his age CAN'T give up a
business he's been in practically all his life, and just go
groping about for something that might never turn up at all. I
think he's right about it, too, of course!"

Mrs. Adams splashed among the plates with a new vigour
heightened by an old bitterness. "Oh, yes," she said. "He talks
that way; but he knows better."

"How could he 'know better,' mama?"

"HE knows how!"

"But what does he know?"

Mrs. Adams tossed her head. "You don't suppose I'm such a fool
I'd be urging him to give up something for nothing, do you,
Alice? Do you suppose I'd want him to just go 'groping around'