room windows livened up the place considerably. The furniture was ultra-modern—gate-legged table, rush-bottomed chairs and a low, comfortable divan—evidently very good stuff. Somebody with taste had hand-painted the two dining "room" chairs. It was all quite gay but very small and simple. To Dudley it looked very inviting and the price the janitor mentioned was within his purse. He looked anxiously at Carmelita. She was gazing about her soberly. Well, she had passed four years in a convent room no larger than this living-room. She looked at Dudley. The poor boy was so fearfully eager that she should be pleased. The janitor had discreetly departed. Carmelita on an impulse threw her arms around her husband's neck.
"I think it is like a cute little bird-cage, darling—so small and sweet—and I could be very happy here. Let's take it."
Dudley could hardly restrain his sigh of relief as he summoned the janitor back and announced their decision.
