blue about? Nothing terrible has happened, has it? We've kept fed and housed. There isn't anything to be blue about. Maybe, for all you know, we'll be on Easy Street tomorrow night this time. Gee, if we'd been hungry and without our rent I could understand you being that way."
She said nothing because there was so much to say. He wouldn't understand how a woman needs bright sweaters and pleated silk skirts and red slippers and soft little hats with which to face the summer. The heat is oppressive only when you must live through it without the crisp materials and tropical colors that bloom in every shop. Gee, last summer she'd had a sweater she'd paid eight dollars and fifty cents for. It was a bright green and had—
"Besides," Hubert added, "I feel so rotten I should think you could act a little alive to make me feel better."
Lillian sat up and leaned over to get her shoes. They slipped on easily. They were old and stretched completely out of shape.
"There's some milk in the ice-box," she said. "I got it for the creamed beef but I didn't use it all. Want a drink of that?"
"Is there a glassful there?"
"Sure. Probably more. A pint would have been enough for the creamed beef, but the damn grocer only has quart bottles; so I had to take a quart."
"All right. Give me a glass of milk."
Lillian poured the milk out and handed it to him. It was very cold and he drank it in a single gulp. "Gee," he said, "that was fine."
