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"I was--thinking merely."

"Then I wish you wouldn't think so suddenly next time."

"I beg your pardon."

"Nor be so very emphatic about it."

"No," said I, "er--no." Hereupon, deigning to receive her pen

back again, she recommenced her figuring, while I began to fill

my pipe.

"Two shillings for tea!"

"Excellent!" said I.

"I do wish," she sighed, raising her head to shake it

reproachfully at me, "that you would be a little more sensible."

"I'll try."

"Tea at twelve shillings a pound is a luxury!"

"Undoubtedly!"

"And to pay two shillings for a luxury when we are so poor--is

sinful!"

"Is it, Charmian?"

"Of course it is."

"Oh!" said I; "and yet, life without tea--more especially as you

brew it--would be very stale, flat, and unprofitable, and--"

"Bacon and eggs--one shilling and fourpence!" she went on,

consulting her accounts.

"Ah!" said I, not venturing on "good," this time.

"Butter--one shilling!"

"Hum!" said I cautiously, and with the air of turning this over

in my mind.

"Vegetables--tenpence!"

"To be sure," said I, nodding my head, "tenpence, certainly."

"And bread, Peter" (this in a voice of tragedy) "--eightpence."

"Excellent!" said I recklessly, whereat Charmian immediately

frowned at me.

"Oh, Peter!" said she, with a sigh of resignation, "you possess

absolutely no idea of proportion. Here we pay four shillings for

meat, and only eightpence for bread; had we spent less on luxuries

and more on necessaries we should have had money in hand instead

of--let me see!" and she began adding up the various items before

her with soft, quick little pats of her fingers on the table.

Presently, having found the total, she leaned back in her chair

and, summoning my attention with a tap of her pen, announced: "We have spent nine shillings and tenpence, Peter!"

"Good, indeed!" said I.

"Leaving exactly--twopence over."

"A penny for you, and a penny for me."

"I fear I am a very bad housekeeper, Peter."

"On the contrary."

"You earn ten shillings a week."

"Well?"

"And here is exactly--twopence left--oh, Peter!"

"You are forgetting the tea and the beef, and--and the other

luxuries," said I, struck by the droop of her mouth.