and hurrying from her presence.
In his precipitation he had forgotten his usual parting kiss.
"That's the way it is always !" said Mrs. Whitman, as the sound of the closing street door came jarring on her ears; "Just say money to Charles, and at once there is a cloud in the sky."
She sat down, pouting and half angry.
"Forty dollars for a new dress" mentally ejaculated the husband of vain, pretty, thoughtless Mrs. Whitman, as he shut the door after him. "I promised to settle Thompson's coal bill to-day, thirty-three dollars, but don't know where the money is to come from.
The coal is burnt up, and more must be ordered.
O, dear ! I'm discouraged.
Every year I fall behind-hand.
This winter I did hope to get a little in advance; but if forty dollar silk dresses are to be the order of the day, there's an end to that devoutly-to-be-wished-for circumstance.
Debt, debt ! How I have always shrunk from it; but steadily, now, it is closing its Barbarian arms around me, and m