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plans, deplored her weakness and the gaps in her training, bemoaned the
neglect both she and Daniel were suffering, and was quite disturbed to
see that Philippina's heart was filled with joy at the thought that the
destitution of the household with its accompanying mental anguish was
rapidly increasing.

Twice a day the druggist sent in his bill; finally he came in person. It
was along toward evening when he rang. Philippina treated him so
impolitely that he became impudent, and made such a noise that the
people on the lower floors came out into the hall and leaned over the
railing of the stairs. Eleanore ran down and stood before the man with
folded hands. Jordan also left his room and looked on, sighing.

Others came in and started trouble. Philippina came up to Eleanore, and,
with a smile on her face as if she were going to tell of some great good
fortune that had come to the family, said: "There's another down there,
Eleanore; come down and give him a piece of your mind, or I'm thinking
he's going to call the police."

After quiet had been restored, Philippina began to rage and rant:
"Daniel's a dunderhead. He could live like a Kaiser if he'd mix with the
right people. I know a woman who is lousy with money, and she's going to
git a lot more; but Daniel, the poor bloke, ain't got a ghost of an idea
as to how to work people." She laughed furiously; or, in order to
ventilate her spiteful rage, she picked up some object and smashed it to
pieces on the floor.

Eleanore did not hear what she had said. Her hope was gone. Daniel had
been out of work for three months: who could explain his strange
inactivity? The rent would be due in a short while, and then what?

One morning she went to Daniel's room and said: "Daniel, we are out of
money."

He was sitting at the table reading; he looked at her as if he had to
think for a while who she was: "Just have patience," he said, "you are
not going to starve."

"I am doing all that I possibly can, Daniel," continued Eleanore; "but
tell me, please, how are you planning to keep the house going? I see no
way out. Tell me, Daniel, tell me, please, what you are going to do."

"A musician must be poor, Eleanore," replied Daniel, and looked at her
with eyes that seemed to be frozen.

"But he has got to live, I should think."

"You can't live from husks alone, and I am not going to work my head off
for husks."

"Daniel, oh Daniel, where is your mind? And where is your heart