"I hate to break the home all up," he objected. "I want to keep the children together. Madge does, too. I should think there ought to be some one who likes children, and who wants a home, who could come and help me out for six months, who wouldn't cost too much."
"Hired help! No, no. Never works," Tom said, shaking his head.
"You have to be away so much on business, you know, Oliver," I reminded.
Suddenly Ruth spoke, picking up a magazine and opening it. "How would I do, instead of the hired help, Oliver?" she asked, casually glancing at an advertisement. "Becky didn't seem to mind me."
"You!" echoed Malcolm.
"Why, Ruth!" I exclaimed.
"What in the world do you mean?" demanded Edith.
"Oh, thanks," smiled Oliver kindly upon her. "Thanks, Ruth. It is bully of you to offer, but, of course, I wouldn't think of such a thing."
"Why not?" she inquired calmly. "I could give you the entire summer. I'm taking a two months' vacation this year."
"Oh, no, no. No, thanks, Ruth. Our apartment is, no vacation spot. I assure you of that. Hot, noisy, one general housework girl. It certainly is fine of you, but no, thanks, Ruth. Such a sacrifice is not necessary."
