Oh, aren't we happy together, Mac, just us two and no one else?
You love me as much as I love you, don't you, Mac?
Oh, if you shouldn't--if you SHOULDN'T." But by the middle of the winter Trina's emotions, oscillating at first from one extreme to another, commenced to settle themselves to an equilibrium of calmness and placid quietude.

Her household duties began more and more to absorb her attention, for she was an admirable housekeeper, keeping the little suite in marvellous good order and regulating the schedule of expenditure with an economy that often bordered on positive niggardliness.

It was a passion with her to save money.

In the bottom of her trunk, in the bedroom, she hid a brass match-safe that answered the purposes of a savings bank.

Each time she added a quarter or a half dollar to the little store she laughed and sang with a veritable childish delight; whereas, if the butcher or milkman compelled her to pay an overcharge she was unhappy for the rest of the day.