Undertow

small ones, in an unfashionable street, and in a rather inaccessible block. There was a drug store at the corner opposite them, but the park was only a long block away,

s a week. Elite knew nothing whatever, but she had willing hands and willing feet. She had the sudden lau

. Elite and Bert did the moving, and Nancy only laughed weakly at their experiences. Junior

, was reassured to-night, and in wild spirits. She laughed the tears into her eyes when Albert Senior, hearing the tentative horns at nine o'clock, telephoned the fish market for the wherewithal to celebrate. Bert had been hanging pictures, and was

ery funny, some day!"

ied to tell her what he thought about it, and so m

sewed on buttons, bandaged fingers, rose gallantly to the days' demands. She learned the economical value of soups and salads, and schooled herself, at least every

ner. Their talk was practical now, of suits and rubber overshoes and milk bills. And Nancy

s ago, who had been such a strong and pretty and confident egotist? There was no egotism left in Nancy now, she was only a busy woman in a world of busy women. She knew backache and headache, and moods of weary irritation. The cut of her gowns, the little niceti

nd tramped and rested happily, welcoming Bert rapturously every week-end. In near-by cabins, young matrons like herself were likewise solving the children's summer problem, she was never lonely,

id, contentedly. "I know I'm small-minded, Bert. But