"Of course, my life will be entirely different now, Arthur," she added gently.

"Everything is altered for me, too, since yesterday.

I have thought it all over for hours, and I am going to try to get a place in Brandywine's store." "In a store ?" repeated Arthur slowly, and she saw the muscles of his mouth tighten and grow rigid.
"Mother doesn't like the idea any more than you do, but what are we to come to if we go on in the old aimless way?
One can't make a living out of plain sewing, and though, of course, Charley will be supposed to provide for his children, he isn't exactly the sort one can count on.
Brandywine's, you see, is only a beginning.

What I mean is that I am obliged to learn how to support myself." "But couldn't you work just as well in your home, darling?
"People don't pay anything for home work.

You must see what I mean, Arthur." "Yes, I see," he replied tenderly; but after a moment's thought, he went on again with the gentle obstinacy of a man whose thinking had all been done for him before he was born.