“I’ll fix up a clothes-basket for him to sleep in!” declared Thyrsis.
“Nonsense, dear!” said Corydon. “I’ve told you many times before—we’ll have to have a crib for him!”
“But why?” cried he; and there would follow an argument which gave pain to his economical soul.
Corydon declared herself willing to do her share in the matter of saving money; but it seemed to him that whenever he suggested a concrete idea, there would be objections. “We can get up at dawn,” he would say, “and save the cost of oil.”
“Yes,” she would answer.
“And we can do our own laundry,” he would continue. But immediately another argument would begin; it was impossible to persuade Corydon that diapers could be washed in cold water, even when one had the whole of the Great Lakes for a washtub.
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