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 dingy and altogether cheerless they were. Two little rooms with low ceilings, nauseous wall paper, few windows. He had recalled the Park Avenue apartment—odious comparison!—"like transplanting an orchid from a conservatory into a little brown flower pot," he had said, with his unfailing penchant for expressing everything in terms of something else.

They had quarreled bitterly that day. Beginning thus:

"Well, of course, you'll have to get right out of here! This won't do at all. I won't have you living in any such dump."

"It's the best I can afford right now, my dear."

"It's not the best I can afford! Listen, Yvonne honey, let me tell you what we're going to do. You're going to move again, right away, see? Never mind the cost, I'll fix that up—hock the roadster if necessary—main thing is, to get you into a better place. Then, in a week or two, just as soon as I've got a regular job with a pay-check attached to it, we'll be married"

"We're not going to be married for a year. I've told you that."

"Rats! That's idiotic, and you know it. We're going"

"My mind is absolutely made up, Jock Hamill. Please don't let's argue about it."

"Of course we'll argue! You don't think I'm going to say 'yes, fine,' to any such bunkum as that, do you? Look here, Yvonne; I'm out of college now. It won't be long before I'll be in a position to support you at least halfway decently. In the name of all that's crazy, why wait?"

"Because I want to. No, I don't. But because I think it wise."