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But then I get busy,
and I'm so blooming glad in a rush to get water that doesn't smell
to heaven that I don't want anything else.
"I suppose they'll give us a good hate on Christmas. Well, think
of me sometimes when you sit down to dinner, and you might drink to
our coming in. If we have a principle to divide among us we shall
have to."
Clayton read the letter twice.
He and Natalie lunched alone, Natalie in radiant good humor. His
gift to her had been a high collar of small diamonds magnificently
set, and Natalie, whose throat commenced to worry her, had welcomed
it rapturously. Also, he had that morning notified Graham that his
salary had been raised to five thousand dollars.
Graham had shown relief rather than pleasure.
"I daresay I won't earn it, Father," he had said. "But I'll at
east try to keep out of debt on it."
"If you can't, better let me be your banker, Graham."
The boy had flushed. Then he had disappeared, as usual, and Clayton
and Natalie sat across from each other, in their high-armed lion
chairs, and made a pretense of Christmas gayety.


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