"You'd be difficult, too, if you had to try to do business with a bunch of tightwads. We've nothing to grin about, let me tell you." "Haven't we?" archly. He eyed her radiant face and ejaculated: "Lord, but you look simple! What ails you?" "Nothing fatal," she laughed gaily. "But tell me, Jap, what went wrong this morning?" The question recalled him to his grievances. "You know that scheme I told you about last night?" "Which one?" Mrs. Toomey searched her memory. "Don't you ever listen when I talk to you?" "I was so sleepy," apologetically. "That one to 'glom' all the land between Willow Creek and the mountain." "Oh, yes," vaguely. "Couldn't you interest anybody?" "How can you interest clods who have no imagination?" "What did they say about it?" "Scales told me to go out and hold my head under the spout and he'd pump on it. If ever I get a dollar ahead to pay my fine, I'm going to work that son-of-a-gun over." Mrs. Toomey sobered. The flippancy of the grocer was additional evidence that her husband was considered a light-weight, even in Prouty. It hurt her inexpressibly. The desire to work her surprise to a dramatic climax suddenly left her. She said quietly: "Our worries are over for the present, Jap." She walked to the bureau and took out the money. "There is five hundred dollars." He stared at it, at her, and back again incredulously. "Is this a joke?" finally. She shook her head. "Kate Prentice." He shouted at her. "What? You borrowed from her?" "She promised it to me before the--the--" "You can't keep it." "But, Jap--" "I say you can't keep it." "But, Jap--" she whimpered. "Do you think I want to be under obligations to that--" She put her hand over his mouth. "You shan't say it! She's been generous. She kept her promise when neither you nor I would have done it, and I'm going to stand by her." "You'll do nothing of the kind!" savagely. "Now listen, Jap," she went on pleadingly. "We need this so terribly--we're in no position to consider our feelings--we can pay it back the minute you get into something. I don't understand why you feel so strongly about her, but since you do, I respect you for not wanting to take it. However, the loan isn't to you, it's to me; it's a business proposition, and when we return it we'll pay interest." He was listening sullenly and she read in his wavering look that he was weakening. "You must be sensible, Jap. Be reasonable, for we haven't a dollar, and look--here are five hundred of them! We simply can't refuse." She saw the greedy glint in his eyes as she held the money toward him, and knew that the battle was over. "I'll not have anything to do with it, anyway." She could have smiled at his continued pretence of reluctance, his fictitious dignity, if it had not saddened her. As she returned the money to the bureau drawer and slowly closed it she was conscious that in her heart she would have been glad and proud if he had not yielded. CHAPTER XII