“Well, anyway, Cora,” said the girls in the Crowd, “you certainly were a wonderful wife to him. You can always comfort yourself with that thought. My! the way you always ran home so’s to be there before he got in.”

“I know it,” said Cora, mournfully. “I always was a home girl. Why, we always had planned we should have a little home of our own some day. He always said that was the right idear — idea.”

Lil wiped her eyes. “What are you going to do about your new mink coat, Cora?”

Cora brushed her hair away from her forehead with a slow, sad gesture. “Oh, I don’t know. I’ve hardly thought of such trifling things. The woman next door said she might buy it. Hoyt, her name is. Of course I couldn’t