Too much work of that sort drives to drink." She stared at him with horror in her eyes.
"Do you mean-- ?" she quavered.
It would have been easy for him to get out of it; but his natural impulse was for frankness, and he remembered his old resolve to be frank, no matter what happened.
"Yes," he answered.

"Just that.

Several times." She shivered and drew away from him.
"No man that I have ever known did that--ever did that." "Then they never worked in the laundry at Shelly Hot Springs," he laughed bitterly.

"Toil is a good thing.

It is necessary for human health, so all the preachers say, and Heaven knows I've never been afraid of it.