A hundred and fifty a year would deliver us from evil." "Would there not still be the diamond dog-collar and the motor car left to tempt us ?" suggested Madge.
"Only the really wicked," contended Flossie.

"It would classify us.

We should know then which were the sheep and which the goats.

At present we're all jumbled together: the ungodly who sin out of mere greed and rapacity, and the just men compelled to sell their birthright of fine instincts for a mess of meat and potatoes." "Yah, socialist," commented Madge, who was busy with the tea things.
Flossie seemed struck by an idea.
"By Jove," she exclaimed.

"Why did I never think of it.