thousand dollars a year he wanted to give me. Can you imagine that?"
"Well, don't you think it would have been all right to take it just for a while?"
"No, I'm not going to get people in the habit of thinking I'm a five-thousand-dollar-a-year man. He'll come around as soon as he sees I'm no sap. He don't worry me none."
Lillian fried bacon and eggs for Hubert and they sat down to dinner. "Say," she said, "you know what I was thinking today? When you was figuring you had rent and enough for food and all for next month you forgot the cars. That's fifty dollars for the garage, Hubert. You simply have to get rid of those cars. We can't afford to keep them and you'd get around two thousand dollars, wouldn't you, for the two of them? Even more, maybe, and that would keep us swell till something turned up that you'd like to take."
Hubert said, "We got to have cars."
"Well, we could get other ones when things started breaking right again, couldn't we? It wouldn't hurt us to walk or use trains and trolleys for a while. We're both too fat."
"We got to have cars," Hubert repeated.
"Well, how are you going to meet the garage bill?"
"He'll let me run it for a month. He knows I'm a responsible party. By that time I'll be all set."
"I'd get rid of the Packard if I were you. We could run around in the roadster. That Packard is more expensive to run. Besides it isn't so new, and when things pick up we could knock every one dead with a new one."
