in cold weather. It never rains but what it don't pour. He was probably going to be real sick now. She turned her head away from him and gazed up into the light. It was only twenty watts; so it didn't hurt to look into it. She felt very low. The last lap is always the hardest, she told herself; that was why she felt so despondent. The trouble was nearly over now and instead of being cheerful she was fagged with the effort and low-spirited. Next month would be September. That was the month when people began to do things. Wasn't it fortunate that she hadn't been blue and melancholy earlier when there was so much yet to face? She tried to cheer herself up by planning her new apartment. It would probably be November first when she took it. There was no sense moving the minute Hubert got a job. They would save a bit first. She thought that this time she would furnish her bedroom in maple. She had seen a picture in a magazine of a bedroom furnished in maple and it had looked swell. It would be fun to walk right out of this place and leave everything behind. The new apartment would be waiting for her all freshly furnished and clean. Maybe she'd move in that new building that was going up at—
Hubert sneezed again and Lillian sighed and forgot her plans for the new apartment. A summer cold was serious. He ought to take something. She wanted to ask him how he felt. He probably would say that he felt all right and that would cheer her up. Only that might start a conversation, and it was too hot and she hadn't the energy for conversation. Maybe if she took a cold
