"Quit weeping, willow," Lillian said. She liked to say that and "good morning, glory."
"Oh, you'd weep, too. Here's just the kind of place I dreamed of. Look how cute the kitchenette is. Those big doors across it make it look just like a wardrobe."
"Great for cockroaches, too," Lillian added.
"I won't have roaches. I'll keep after them all the time. I'd put the cutest curtains there— Oh, look, Lillian, it has a place for dishes and everything."
"Take it," Lillian said shortly.
"But I can't pay forty-five dollars."
"Can you pay forty?"
"Yes, we can pay forty."
"All right. Take it."
"But where will the extra five come from?" Anna had a fair idea now where the extra five would come from, but she wanted Lillian to be explicit.
"Don't worry. Take the apartment, will you? I can't stand here all day."
Anna took the apartment and moved in three days later, staying home from work one morning to do so. The living-room and bedroom were furnished on the installment plan. Lillian bought the curtains and the kitchenette essentials. Hubert gave Clifford sixty dollars to cover the extra five dollars on his rent for a year.
"That will be your wedding present," he said. Clifford and Anna looked a little disappointed, he thought; so he bought them a carving-set. Anna wondered what she would do with it, but she was very appreciative. After all, it takes a man of rare imagination to present a kitchenette-user with a carving-set.
