I looked at some. They're beautiful. Bracket lights on the walls and fountains in the court and all kinds of things. I—we have been doing a very good business down at the shop and we can afford to live in a better place than this. We know of course that you're making the same salary as before and you, of course, couldn't manage the higher rent. Would you be sore if we called this little arrangement off?"
"We asked the landlord about the lease," Sylvia took up the story, "and he says it's all right to move. He was very nice about it. We didn't tell him, of course, that we were moving to a better house. I told him that I was going to be married right away and that Rose and you couldn't afford the rent alone."
Lillian sat on the bed listening to them talk. Occasionally she nodded understandingly and once she smiled.
"The apartment we took," Rose went on, "is awfully cute. It—"
"Oh, you took it already," said Lillian.
"Yes, we figured that you'd be moving to a furnished room again and you can always get one without any trouble or planning. You must come see us, Lillian."
"Thanks, I will. When do we do the busting up?"
"By next Thursday we have to be out."
"Easy."
"I hope you're not unhappy about it, Lillian," Rose said.
"No, it's all right."
"Where will you go?" Sylvia asked.
"Oh, I don't know."
