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 "But where could I go? Wouldn't it cost a lot?"

Dr. Stewart shook his head. "Lots of places do charge a lot," he said. "But there's one place on One Hundred and Thirty-sixth Street that's reasonable. The food is good, and the care is all that you need. You can get a small room there for a hundred and twenty-five dollars."

"For how long?"

"Two weeks. We'll get you home after that."

Dot's face betrayed her dismay. A hundred and twenty-five dollars for the sanitarium and two hundred for the doctor. Could they manage? She and Eddie with their food and gas and electricity and rent, and clothes for the baby.

"It's very nice," said Dr. Stewart. "A lot of my patients have been there. I'll have them send you some pamphlets if you like, and you can go down and take a look at the place."

Dot told Eddie when he came home that night. He took the news coolly.

"Well," he said, "I hope that you didn't think that you could lie in bed here all day with a new baby and nobod) to do anything for either of you."

"No. I thought that Edna could help."

"Gee, you're a ," said Eddie. "Honest to God, I wonder why they don't lock you up."

"I don't see how we can manage, Eddie."

"Well, I didn't see how we were going to pull two hundred fish out for Doc. If you can do that you're smart enough to manage the rest."

"But, Eddie, three hundred and twenty-five dollars! Almost enough to buy a Ford car."

"Sooner have the Ford, heh?"

"No, I didn't mean that exactly, but it's so much money. Golly!"

They hadn't talked about the money since but Dot was