it back on the run. Great on a rainy night. And suppose that I didn't like onions in my turkey stuffing, but Teresa's husband did, who would win?"
Mrs. Larry shook her head at him.
"That's why cooperative kitchens fail. You men will have the kind of bread your mother used to bake—"
"No, the kind of pie my wife makes, lemon with meringue this high. Do you think there's a cooperative kitchen on earth that can bake a pie like yours?"
"But you can't save a lot of money and have just what you want to eat, Larry, dear."
"All right, then we'll save a little less. Digestion is an important factor in efficiency." He said this with a twinkle in his eye, and then turned sober. "You see, my dear, several years before I married you, I yielded to the importunities of a chap who went in for this sort of thing. He dragged me out to live in a cooperative home established by Upton Sinclair in Jersey. Halcyon Hall they called it. My word, such a site, on top of a mountain with the world at your feet! And then such rules
