How about it ?" She danced at his side.
"We'll have soup, too," he amended.

"One of those thick ones that costs about sixty cents.

Sixty cents just for soup!" he repeated, putting a hand to the contract that now stiffened one side of his coat.
"Well, just this once," she agreed.

"It might be for the last time." "Nothing like that," he assured her.

"More you spend, more you make--that's my motto." They waited for a city-bound car, sitting again on the bench that was so outspoken.