"New company handling a new kind of motor for row-boats--converts 'em to motor-boats in a jiffy--outboard motors they call 'em. Got a swell territory and plenty bonus on new business." "Oh, isn't that fine! It's such a fine surprise--and it's cute of you to keep it to surprise me with all this while--" "Well, 's a matter of fact, I just got on to it to-day. Ran into Burke McCullough on Sixth Avenue, and he gave me the tip." "Oh!" A forlorn little "Oh!" it was. She had pictured him proudly planning to surprise her. And she longed to have the best possible impression of him, because of a certain plan which was hotly being hammered out in her brain. She went on, as brightly as possible: "And they gave you an advance? That's fine." "Well, no, _they_ didn't, exactly, but Burke introduced me to his clothier, and I got a swell line of credit." "Oh!" "Now for the love of Pete, don't go oh-ing and ah-ing like that. You've handed me the pickled visage since I got the rowdy-dow on my last job--good Lord! you acted like you thought I _liked_ to sponge on you. Now let me tell you I've kept account of every red cent you've spent on me, and I expect to pay it back." She tried to resist her impulse, but she couldn't keep from saying, as nastily as possible: "How nice. When?" "Oh, I'll pay it back, all right, trust you for that! You won't fail to keep wising me up on the fact that you think I'm a drunken bum. You'll sit around all day in a hotel and take it easy and have plenty time to figger out all the things you can roast me for, and then spring them on me the minute I get back from a trip all tired out. Like you always used to." "Oh, I did not!" she wailed. "Sure you did." "And what do you mean by my sitting around, from now on--" "Well, what the hell else are you going to do? You can't play the piano or maybe run an aeroplane, can you?" "Why, I'm going to stay on my job, of course, Ed."