"I don't know," he answered shortly. "Somehow or other," Deborah said, "we've got to cut our expenses down." "I'm afraid that's impossible," Edith rejoined. "I've already cut as much as I can." "So did I, in my school," said her sister. "And when I thought I had reached the end, I called in an expert. And he showed me ways of saving I had never dreamed of." "What kind of expert would you advise here?" Edith's small lip curled in scorn. "Domestic science, naturally--I have a woman who does nothing else. She shows women in their homes just how to make money count the most." "What women? And what homes? Tenements?" "Yes. She's one of my teachers." "Thank you!" said Edith indignantly. "But I don't care to have my children brought down to tenement standards!" "I didn't mean to _have_ them! But I know she could show you a great many things you can buy for less!" "I'm afraid I shouldn't agree with her!" "Why not, Edith?" "Because she knows only tenement children--nothing of children bred like mine!" Deborah drew a quick short breath, her brows drew tight and she looked away. She bit her lip, controlled herself: "Very well, I'll try again. This house is plenty large enough so that by a little crowding we could make room for somebody else. And I know a teacher in one of my schools who'd be only too glad--" "Take a boarder, you mean?" "Yes, I do! We've got to do something!" "No!" Deborah threw up her hands: "All right, Edith, I'm through," she said. "Now what do you propose?" "I can try to do without Hannah again--" "That will be hard--on all of us. But I guess you'll have to." "So it seems." "But unfortunately that won't he enough." Edith's face grew tenser: "I'm afraid it will have to be--just now--I've had about all I can stand for one night!" "I'm sorry," Deborah answered. For a moment they confronted each other. And Edith's look said to Deborah plainly, "You're spending thousands, thousands, on those tenement children! You can get money enough for them, but you won't raise a hand to help with mine!" And as plainly Deborah answered, "My children are starving, shivering, freezing! What do yours know about being poor?" Two mothers, each with a family, and each one baffled, brought to bay. There was something so insatiable in each angry mother's eyes. "I think you'd better leave this to me," said Roger very huskily. And both his daughters turned with a start, as though in their bitter absorption they had forgotten his presence there. Both flushed, and now the glances of all three in that room avoided each other. For they felt how sordid it had been. Deborah turned to her sister. "I'm sorry, Edith," she said again, and this time there were tears in her eyes. "So am I," said Edith unsteadily, and in a moment she left the room. Deborah stood watching her father. "I'm ashamed of myself," she said. "Well? Shall we talk it over?" "No," he replied. "I can manage it somehow, Deborah, and I prefer that you leave it to me."