"We aren't precisely 'starving,' are we ?" Mrs.Adams began to weep.

"It's just the same.

Didn't I see how flushed and pretty you looked, this afternoon, after you'd been walking with this young man that's come here?
Do you suppose he'd LOOK at a girl like Mildred Palmer if you had what you ought to have?
Do you suppose he'd be going into business with her father if YOUR father----" "Good heavens, mama; you're worse than Walter: I just barely know the man! DON'T be so absurd!" "Yes, I'm always 'absurd,'" Mrs.Adams moaned.

"All I can do is cry, while your father sits upstairs, and his horn of plenty----" But Alice interrupted with a peal of desperate laughter.

"Oh, that 'horn of plenty!' Do come down to earth, mama.