“I should say so!” She caught her breath admiringly. “I listened to you
and those men talking to-night until I couldn’t stand it a moment
longer. I should think those figures would drive you crazy!”
“They won’t drive me crazy if I can make them come out as I wish,” said
Justin emphatically.
“But I thought it was all settled that you _could_!”
“Oh, yes—on paper. Everything looks all right there—and it shall be,
too! But when you get to working things out in real life you must allow
for differences. I know the machine is good—I don’t take any chances on
that, as I told you before; but there are new machines put on the market
all the time to compete with; we haven’t a monopoly.”
“Well, you can make your prices lower than the others,” she suggested
brightly.
“Oh, yes, of course,” he explained with patience, “but if we put prices
too low there’s no profit. We may have to do it for a while, though;
we’ve got to be seen doing business, even if it’s at a loss. That’s what
the fifty thousand’s for—to tide us over just such a time.”
“It is a great deal to have to pay back,” she said anxiously, leaning
forward to throw a small log on the fire. “I don’t like you to saddle
yourself with such a debt. I don’t like it!”
What weighed on him most—the personal care and responsibility—made no
impression on her; she had a loyal and wifely faith in his large
ability; but the thought of the money, which filled him only with the
exhilaration of sufficient capital, made her uneasy. She had all a
woman’s horror of debt. What is to a man a very usual and legitimate
business resource seemed to her almost a disgrace.
“I wish you could get along without the money.”
“I’m glad enough to have it,” he replied. “Rest assured, Lois, if they
didn’t think me worth it they wouldn’t lend it to me—they expect big
interest on their investment.”
“And is our living to come out of it, too?”
“Oh, yes—until there’s an income.”
“How much will you take?”
“Oh, no fixed sum—just as little as we can get along with at present.
We’ll go slowly, Lois, and economize all we can, until we get on our
feet.”
“Indeed, I’ll economize!” She clasped her hands earnestly. “There are
only a few things to be bought first; things, you know, that we can’t do
without. After that we’ll need next to nothing. This rug, for
instance—it’s in rags, I’m ashamed to bring anyone up here—but that
won’t cost much, and we’ve _got_ to get one for the front hall; it isn’t
decent. And I’ll have to buy the children’s winter clothing before it
gets too cold. Zaidee needs a new coat. She has such long legs, her last
year’s coat looks like a ruffle.”
“Oh, of course, get what is needed,” said the father resignedly. “Some
money will have to be spent, necessarily, but make it as little as you
can.”
She felt the cessation of interest in his tone, and tried to get back
her lost ground.
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