He was delighted to have a treasurer. "Now we’ll take fifty cents and go to some nice dairy place and sit on a stool." But, as he insisted upon a place where they could talk in quiet, they went, instead, to a shady little restaurant around the corner, and there they seriously discussed his prospects. He did so whimsically. It was really absurd that he, in full health, six feet high and a hundred and seventy pounds in weight, at twenty-eight, could do nothing, so far as he knew, to support himself honestly. He had been a parasite upon the vanity of fools. After much casting about for ideas, she sent for an _Examiner_ and began to search through the "Help Wanted; Male" column. The Barber’s College she rejected first, although he pointed out the advantageous fact that it offered "wages while learning." Canvassing for books or watches they both agreed was not interesting enough. Boot-black—he raised his eyebrows in consideration, she shook her head energetically; it was too conspicuous, with these open-air sidewalk stands. She turned up her nose, also, at the idea of his distributing circulars. The Marine Corps tempted him next—but no, she couldn’t think of sparing him for three years, not to speak of a girl in every port. She asked him what a job-press feeder was; he didn’t know, but he was sure he couldn’t do it—it would be all he could do to feed himself. Profiler—if he could make as good a profile as Clytie’s now, he might get that job. But it appeared to be something connected with a machine-shop. He looked at his white hands and smiled. Weavers, warpers and winders—equally mysterious and impossible. The rest of the wants were for mechanics and tradesmen. Clytie dropped the paper, disappointed. He declined to let the matter disturb him, as yet. He had no fear of the future, and the present was too charming not to be enjoyed to the full. "What I’ve always wanted to do," he said, "is to study medicine. If I could get money enough ahead to put myself through a medical school, I wouldn’t mind beginning even at my age. I think I’m fitted for that, for I’ve cultivated my powers of observation and I know a good deal about human nature, and I’ve read everything I could lay my hands on. Some day I shall try that." "Very well, Doctor Granthope, I shall make up my mind to being a doctor’s wife, and being rung up at all hours, and being alone half the time." "I wasn’t aware that I had proposed yet," he answered jocosely. "Why, people don’t propose, now, do they? Not real people. What a Bromide you are!" she laughed joyously.