them before. Didn't he want you to keep right on buying from him? Didn't he say anything?"
"Did he? Why, as soon as he heard we were dickering with new people, he had half a dozen of his best men camping on our trail, cutting prices. That's the game—play one concern against the other."
"Thank you, dear," murmured Mrs. Larry, with a far-away look in her eye.
Mr. Larry caught the pink-tipped finger as it slipped from the mooring in his buttonhole.
"What's up, sweetheart? Been hearing a lecture on 'Every Wife Her Husband's Partner'? Going into business?"
"That's just it, Larry, I am your partner, and I ought to make a business of it."
Mr. Larry drew her close, looking a trifle anxious.
"I don't want you any different. I love you just as you are."
"Yes, but you might love me better"
"I couldn't."
"Yes, you could—if I were a better manager. Larry, we eat too much. I mean, I don't market efficiently."
