At this point Jim observed that
the conversation showed signs of degenerating into a brawl, and that,
in any case, it was time the horses were let go. They trotted off to the
stables, a light-hearted body.
Tommy slipped her arm into Bob's as they went upstairs to dress.
"Come into my room and talk for a moment."
He came in and sat down in a low chair by the window.
"Your quarters at the new place won't be as big as this, old girl."
"They'll be bigger, for it will all be ours," rejoined Tommy promptly.
"Who wants a big room, anyway? I don't. Bobby, I'd be hard to please if
I wanted more than I've got."
"You're always satisfied," he said. "There never was anything easier
than pleasing you, old Tommy."
"Life's all so good, now," she said. "No hideous anxiety about you--no
Lancaster Gate--no she-dragon. Only peace, and independence, and the
work we like. Aren't you satisfied, Bob?"
"I'd like to be really independent," he said slowly. "Our amount of
debt isn't heavy, of course, and it doesn't cause real anxiety, with Mr.
Linton guaranteeing us to the bank--"
"And as we had to build again, it was worth while to improve the house
and make it just what we wanted," Tommy added. "We'll pay the debt off,
Bob. Mr. Linton assures me that with ordinary seasons we should easily
do it."
"I know, and I'm not anxious," Bob said. "Only I'll be glad when it's
done; debt, even such an easy debt as this, gives me the creeps.
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