All the same, the situation was humorous, and he saw, with an ironical smile, the advantages of Mrs.Cartwright's plan.
"I'm not a business woman, but I have noted you're sometimes moody, as if you were anxious, and I want to help," she resumed.
"You do help.

The storms I've weathered have left a mark, and now I'm old and strained it's much to make a quiet port at night.

You take all bothers from me, and send me out in the morning, braced for another watch in the pilot-house." "Some time you must give another the helm," said Mrs.Cartwright quietly.

"I wish I could persuade you to do so soon." Cartwright sighed, for the strain was heavy and he wanted to rest.

The trouble was the put-off reckoning for past extravagance was at hand and he shrank from asking his wife to pay.