Her dull eyes brightened as though she had discovered a new source of income.
'We cannot, dear,' urged Virginia in a subdued voice.

'Seven shillings rent; that leaves only seven and twopence a week for everything--everything.' 'We _could_ do it, dear,' persisted the other.

'If it came to the very worst, our food need not cost more than sixpence a day--three and sixpence a week.

I do really believe, Virgie, we could support life on less--say, on fourpence.

Yes, we could dear!' They looked fixedly at each other, like people about to stake everything on their courage.
'Is such a life worthy of the name ?' asked Virginia in tones of awe.
'We shan't be driven to that.