"Millie, you mean--" "You ain't got much idea, Harry, of what I been doing. You don't know it, honey, but, honest, I ain't bought a stitch of new clothes for five years. You know I ain't, somehow--made friends for myself since we moved here." "It's the hard shell town of the world!" "You ain't had time, Harry, to ask yourself what becomes of the house allowance, with me stinting so. Why, I--I won't spend car fare, Harry, since 'Pan-America,' if I can help it. This meal I served up here t-night, with all the high cost of living, didn't cost us two thirds what it might if--if I didn't have it all figured up. Where do you think your laundry-money that I've been saving goes, Harry? The marmalade-money I made the last two Christmases? The velvet muff I made myself out of the fur-money you give me? It's all in the Farmers' Trust, Harry. With the two hundred and ten I had to start with five years ago, it's twenty-six hundred and seventeen dollars and fifty cents now. I've been saving it for this kind of a minute, Harry. When it got three thousand, I was going to tell you, anyways. Is that enough, Harry, to do the Goldfinch-Goetz spectacle on your own hook? Is it, Harry?" He regarded her in a heavy-jawed kind of stupefaction. "Woman alive!" he said. "Great Heavens, woman alive!" "It's in the bank, waiting, Harry--all for you." "Why, Millie, I--I don't know what to say." "I want you to have it, Harry. It's yours. Out of your pocket, back into it. You got capital to start with now." "I--Why, I can't take that money, Millie, from you!" "From your wife? When she stinted and scrimped and saved on shoe-leather for the happiness of it?" "Why, this is no sure thing I got on the brain." "Nothing is." "I got nothing but my own judgment to rely on." "You been right three times, Harry." "There's not as big a gamble in the world as the show business. I can't take your savings, mother." "Harry, if--if you don't, I'll tear it up. It's what I've worked for. I'm too tired, Harry, to stand much. If you don't take it, I--I'm too tired, Harry, to stand it." "But, mother--" "I couldn't stand it, I tell you," she said, the tears now bursting and flowing down over her cheeks. "Why, Millie, you mustn't cry! I 'ain't seen you cry in years. Millie! my God! I can't get my thoughts together! Me to own a show after all these years; me to--" "Don't you think it means something to me, too, Harry?" "I can't lose, Millie. Even if this country gets drawn into the war, there's a mint of money in that show as I see it. It'll help the people. The people of this country need to have their patriotism tickled." "All my life, Harry, I've wanted a gold-mesh bag with a row of sapphires and diamonds across the top--" "I'm going to make it the kind of show that 'Dixie' was a song--" "And a gold-colored bird-of-paradise for a black-velvet hat, all my life, Harry--" "With Alma Zitelle in the part--"