He has a house which is all right except it lacks the loving care of a woman! Well, stack that up against this room.
And we can't even keep this for very long.
"Listen, Mary," she said, coming over and putting both her broken hands on her friend's shoulders.

"God knows, if I could keep us both going I would, but I don't make money enough for myself, hardly, let alone you.
You don't belong where you've been--you wouldn't, even if you was well and fit, which you ain't.

Mollie, Mollie, my dear, what is there ahead for you?
We _got_ to do some thinking.

It's up to us right now.
You're too good for the lake or the poor farm--or--why, you _belong_ in a home.

Keep house?
I wish't I knew as much as you do about that." "I'll tell you," she resumed suddenly.