solution, and the iron beds washed every week! And even then Vic had
this mastoid trouble, and Harriet got everything, almost."

"Exactly," said Mrs. Watson. "That's you, Hattie, with all the money
in the world. Now do you wonder that some of the rest of us, who have
to think of money--in short," she finished decidedly, "do you wonder
that people are not having children? At first, naturally, one doesn't
want them,--for three or four years, I'm sure, the thought doesn't
come into one's head. But then, afterwards,--you see, I've been
married fifteen years now!--afterwards, I think it would be awfully
nice to have one or two little kiddies, if it was a possible thing.
But it isn't."

"No, it isn't," Mrs. Crawford agreed. "You don't want to have them
unless you're able to do everything in the world for them. If I were
Hat here, I'd have a dozen."

"Oh, no, you wouldn't," Mrs. Carr-Boldt assured her promptly. "No, you
wouldn't! You can't leave everything to servants--there are clothes to
think of, and dentists, and special teachers, and it's frightfully
hard to get a nursery governess. And then you've got to see that they
know the right people--don't you know?--and give them parties--I tell
you it's a strain."

"Well, I don't believe my mother with her seven ever worked any harder
than you do!" said Margaret, with the admiration in her eyes that was
so sweet to the older woman. "Look at this morning--did you sit down
before you came in here twenty minutes ago?"

"I? Indeed I didn't!" Mrs. Carr-Boldt said. "I had my breakfast and