"Still, it can be
managed, after a fashion."
"We MUST have money," pursued the girl. "Life with him, without
it, would be intolerable. Poor people are thrown so closely
together. He is too much for my nerves--often."
"He's your property now," Madam Bowker reminded her. "You must not
disparage your own property. Always remember that your husband is
your property. Then your silly nerves will soon quiet down."
"We must have money," repeated Margaret. "A great deal of money."
"You know I can't give you a great deal," said the old lady
apologetically. "I'll do my best.... Would you like to live with
me?"
There was something so fantastic in the idea of Joshua Craig and
Madam Bowker living under the same roof, and herself trying to
live with them, that Margaret burst out laughing. The old lady
frowned; then, appreciating the joke, she joined in. "You'll have
to make up your mind to live very quietly. Politics doesn't pay
well--not Craig's branch of it, except in honor. He will be very
famous."
"Where?" retorted Margaret disdainfully. "Why, with a lot of
people who aren't worth considering. No, I am going to take Joshua
out of politics."
The old lady looked interest and inquiry.
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