"Say, this is great, out here," he murmured, tucking the robe around her with that tender protectiveness which stops just short of being proprietary.
"Honest, Marie, do you like it ?" "Why, sure, I like it, Joe." Marie smiled at him in the star-light.
"It's great, don't you think?
I don't get out very often, any more.

I'm working, you know--and evenings and Sundays baby takes up all my time." "You working?
Say, that's a darned shame! Don't Bud send you any money ?" "He left some," said Marie frankly.

"But I'm keeping that for baby, when he grows up and needs it.

He don't send any." "Well, say! As long as he's in the State, you can make him dig up.

For the kid's support, anyway.