Boyd with a lace fichu pinned
around her neck, now that she had achieved the dignity of hired
help, and Edith. Edith silent, morose and fixing now and then
rather haggard eyes on Willy Cameron's unruly hair. She seldom met
his eyes.
"First of all," said Willy, "we'll take our weekly assets. Of
course Dan will get something temporarily, but we'll leave that out
for the present."
The weekly assets turned out to be his salary and Edith's.
"Why, Willy," said Mrs. Boyd, "you can't turn all your money over
to us."
"You are all the family I have just now. Why not? Anyhow, I'll
have to keep out lunch money and carfare, and so will Edith. Now
as to expenses."
Ellen had made a great reduction in expenses, but food was high.
And there was gas and coal, and Dan's small insurance, and the rent.
There was absolutely no margin, and a sort of silence fell.
"What about your tuition at night school?" Edith asked suddenly.
"Spring term ended this week."
"But you said there was a summer one."
"Well, I'll tell you about that," Willy said, feeling for words.
"I'm going to be busy helping Mr. Hendricks in his campaign. Then
next fall--well, I'll either go back or Hendricks will make me
chief of police, or something.
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