"I've led a respectable, hard-working, honest life, Nancy," he continued, "and I don't owe any man a cent; the trouble is that no man owes me one.

I've got enough money to pay two fares back to Detroit on Monday, although I was terribly afraid you wouldn't let me do it.

It'll need a good deal of thinking and planning, Nancy, for we shall be very poor." Nancy had been storing up fidelity and affection deep, deep in the hive of her heart all these years, and now the honey of her helpfulness stood ready to be gathered.
"Could I keep hens in Detroit ?" she asked.

"I can always make them pay." "Hens--in three rooms, Nancy ?" Her face fell.

"And no yard ?" "No yard." A moment's pause, and then the smile came.