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"I don't know what we are going to do," Archie said, when alone with his
wife in the beautiful room over which Daisy had gone into ecstasies,
exclaiming, as she seated herself in a luxurious easy-chair:
"Why, Archie, we are housed like princes! We have never been in a place
like this. I wish we were to stay longer than a month. I mean to manage
somehow for an extension."
A low growl was the only sound from Archie, who was busy brushing off
the dust gathered on the journey.
"Say, isn't it nice?" she continued, and then coming into the room and
wiping his face with the towel as he came, Archie replied:
"Nice enough, yes; but I don't know what we are going to do when we have
to leave here, I tell you, it makes a chap feel mighty mean not to have
a shilling in his pocket, and that's just my case. How much have you?"
"Twenty shillings," was Daisy's reply. "But never mind; trust me to
fill the purse somehow. I have an idea; so, don't look so glum, and let
us enjoy the present."
"But I can't," Archie replied; "I cannot enjoy myself, feeling all the
time that we are living upon other people, and accepting invitations we
never can return.
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