"But of course that would--well, it
would just about make me. I could plunge into the other thing, I
wouldn't have this place on my mind!"
"There are some bills, you know, Bert."
"The extra thousand will take care of those!"
"So that we start in with a clean slate. Oh, Bert!" Nancy's voice
was as exultant as a child's. "Bert--my fur coat, and your coat!
I've just remembered they're in storage! Isn't that luck!"
Bert laughed at her face.
"Funny how your viewpoint on luck changes. This morning you had
the coat and the Lord knows how much silver and glass and lace
besides--"
"Oh, I know. But that's the kind of a woman I am, Bert. I don't
like things to come to me so fast that I can't taste them. I don't
like having four servants, I get more satisfaction out of one. And
if I am hospitable, I'd rather give meals and rooms to persons who
really need them, than to others who have left better meals and
better rooms to come and share mine!
"Why, Bert dear," Nancy's cheek was against his now, "the thought
of waking up in the morning and realizing that nobody expects
anything of me makes me feel young again! It makes me feel as if I
was breathing fresh air deep down into my lungs.
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