do work among the poor and this would help me."
Mrs. Larry nodded her head. She was wise enough not to insinuate that welfare work would never supplant love for Jimmy in Claire's heart. The all-important thing just now was to act as if nothing had happened between the two young people.
"I love to have you with me, Claire. Perhaps I'm a little stale in the domestic light. Your fresh view-point will help me amazingly."
Stepping from the elevator they found themselves in a huge undecorated auditorium covering an entire floor of a great office building. Just ahead was a desk, where they registered in the National League, paying ten cents each and receiving in return a small button, with a navy blue rim and lettering on a white ground, "Housewives' League."
"Wear this whenever you market," said the secretary. "It commands respect."
Beyond the desk was a space given over to desks, tables and bookcases filled with free bulletins and literature on food values and food preparations, easy chairs and settees.
