to, we'll quit here and now. Of course, I don't want to interfere with your friendship with Teresa, but—"
"Larry, Larry," chortled his wife, "do run down a minute or two and let me explain. I was only leading up to the Montclair experience by presenting a hypothetical case, as the lawyers do—"
"Oh, if it's only that—" said the mollified Mr. Larry, setting down once more to listen.
"And anyhow," pursued his wife, "you wouldn't have to sit opposite anybody but me. We'd have a table of our own, one for each family."
"Like a high-class boarding house, I suppose, with near-silk candle-shades and a bargain counter fern dish in near-silver—"
"But you don't have to go to the cooperative kitchen if you don't want to; you can have your meals sent piping hot by paying a little more, and even a trim maid to serve the dinner for you," finished Mrs. Larry in triumph.
"Fine! And if you wanted a second helping of mashed potatoes, I suppose the trim little maid would trip down three blocks and bring
