her presence cheered, if not actually helped in the solution of their particular problems.
So she was quite sure that Claire would open her heart when the proper moment arrived. It came when the white-uniformed waitress, having served the sandwiches and the chocolate, hurried away to collect payment on a luncheon check. The words were not gracious, but the tone in which they were uttered would have moved a heart of stone. They fairly set Mrs. Larry's quivering.
"Well, if you must know, it was this—and this—and this" wailed Claire, as she poked the tip of her spoon into the top of her sandwich, the whipped cream on her chocolate and the powdered sugar heaped in the silver bowl.
"The high cost of living—money, dirty, sordid, hideously essential money. We can't live on Jimmy's income, and he's too proud to let father give me even my ridiculous little allowance after we are married. He says he'll support his own wife and his own house, or he doesn't want either. And, do you know, he doesn't draw any more money out of the firm each month than my father pays for the up-
