"I don't know anything about this stuff." Sonia was reading the label with a scowl. "You'll have to fix it; and do hurry, for she's been fretting for an hour." Without a word, Olga prepared the food and handed it to her sister; then she set about getting supper; but when it was ready she felt suddenly too tired to eat. Sonia ate heartily, however, remarking with a glance at Olga's empty plate, "I suppose you got a good dinner down town." "I haven't eaten a mouthful since breakfast," Olga told her wearily. "O well," Sonia returned, "some folks don't need much food, but I do. If I don't have three solid meals a day I'm not fit for anything." Then looking at the baby lying on a pillow in a chair beside her, she added, "Really she seems to like that malted stuff. You'd better bring back another bottle to-morrow. There isn't much left in this one." "Isn't that my dress you have on?" Olga asked suddenly. "Yes, I had to have something fresh--mine was so mussed and dirty," Sonia replied lightly. "Lucky for me we're about the same size." "But not lucky for me," was Olga's thought. For a week things went on so--Sonia occasionally offering to wash the dishes, but leaving her sister to do everything else. Then one night Olga found her best suit in a heap on the closet floor. Picking it up she spoke sharply. "Sonia, have you been wearing this suit of mine?" "Well, what if I have? You needn't look so savage about it!" Sonia retorted. "I have to have something decent to wear on the street, don't I?" "Not if you have nothing decent of your own," Olga flashed back. "Sonia, you have no _right_ to wear my things so--without asking!" With a provoking smile Sonia responded, "I knew better than to ask. I knew you'd make a fuss about it. If you don't want me to wear your clothes why don't you give me money to buy something decent for myself? Then I wouldn't need to borrow." Olga's thoughts were in such an angry whirl that for a moment she dared not trust herself to speak. She shook out the suit and hung it up, then she went slowly across the room and sat down facing her sister. "Sonia," she began, "we can't go on in this way--I cannot endure it. Now let us have a plain understanding. You came here of your own choice--not on my invitation. What are your plans? Do you mean to stay on here indefinitely?" "Why, of course. Where else should I stay?" "Then," said Olga decidedly, "you must help pay our expenses. You are well and strong. Why should you expect me to support you?" "Why? Because you have a trade and I have not, for one reason. And besides, there's the baby--I can't leave her to go out to work." There was a note of triumph in Sonia's voice. "You could get work to do at home--sewing, embroidery, knitting--or something." "'Or something!'" There was fretful impatience now in Sonia's tone. "I hate sewing--any kind of sewing. You know I always did." "Then what will you do?" Sonia sat looking down in sulky silence at the baby.