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is meal I served up here t-night, with all the high cost of living, didn't cost us two thirds what it might if--if I didn't have it all figured up. Where do you think your laundry-money that I've been saving goes, Harry? The marmalade-money I made the last two Christmases? The velvet muff I made myself out of the fur-money you give me? It's all in the Farmers' Trust, Harry. With the two hundred and ten I had to start with five years ago, it's twenty-six hundred and seventeen dollars and fifty cents now. I've been saving it for this kind of a minute, Harry. When it got three thousand, I was going to tell you, anyways. Is that enough, Harry, to do the Goldfinch-Goetz spectacle on your own hook? Is it, Harry?" He regarded her in a heavy-jawed kind of stupefaction. "Woman alive!" he said. "Great Heavens, woman alive!" "It's in the bank, waiting, Harry--all for you." "Why, Millie, I--I don't know what to say." "I want you to have it, Harry. It's yours. Out of your pocket, back into it. You got capital to start with now." "I--Why, I can't take that money, Millie, from you!" "From your wife? When she stinted and scrimped and saved on shoe-leather for the happiness of it?" "Why, this is no sure thing I got on the brain." "Nothing is." "I got nothing but my own judgment to rely on." "You been right three times, Harry." "There's not as big a gamble in the world as the show business. I can't take your savings, mother." "Harry, if--if you don't, I'll tear it up. It's what I've worked for. I'm too tired, Harry, to stand much. If you don't take it, I--I'm too tired, Harry, to stand it." "But, mother--" "I couldn't stand it, I tell you," she said, the tears now bursting and flowing down over her cheeks. "Why, Millie, you mustn't cry! I 'ain't seen you cry in years. Millie! my God! I can't get my thoughts together! Me to own a show after all these years; me to--" "Don't you think it means something to me, too, Harry?" "I can't lose, Millie. Even if this country gets drawn into the war, there's a mint of money in that show as I see it. It'll help the people. The people of this country need to have their patriotism tickled." "All my life, Harry, I've wanted a gold-mesh bag with a row of sapphires and diamonds across the top--" "I'm going to make it the kind of show that 'Dixie' was a song--" "And a gold-colored bird-of-paradise for a black-velvet hat, all my life, Harry--" "With Alma Zit
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