just that much more work.”

“I don’t want you doing your own work. Not unless you want to. At first, maybe, it’d be sort of fun for you. But after a while you’ll want a girl to help. That’ll take the maid’s room off the kitchen.”

“Well, supposing? That leaves an extra room, anyway.”

A look came into Raymond’s face. “Maybe we’ll need that, too — later. Later on.” He actually could have been said to blush, then, like a boy. There was much of the boy in Raymond at twenty-eight.

Cora did not blush.

Raymond had married Cora because he loved her; and because she was what is known as a “home girl.” From the first, business girls —