Of course Rose has got more money, and I know as well as I want to that Horace has felt a little awkward about that; but lately he's been earning extra writing for papers and magazines, and it was only last Monday he told me he'd got a steady job for a New York paper that wouldn't interfere with his teaching.

He seemed mighty tickled about it, and I guess he made up his mind then to go ahead and get married." "Come to supper," cried Sylvia, in a harsh voice, from the next room, and the two men went out at once and took their seats at the table.
Rose's and Horace's places were vacant.

"I'd like to know what they think," said Sylvia, dishing up the baked beans.

"They can eat the corn cold.

It's just as good cold as it is all dried up.