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As she entered she heard Mrs. Dyer demanding, “Dave, I've got to have some money.”

Carol saw that her husband was there, and two other men, all listening in amusement.

Dave Dyer snapped, “How much do you want? Dollar be enough?”

“No, it won't! I've got to get some underclothes for the kids.”

“Why, good Lord, they got enough now to fill the closet so I couldn't find my hunting boots, last time I wanted them.”

“I don't care. They're all in rags. You got to give me ten dollars —— ”

Carol perceived that Mrs. Dyer was accustomed to this indignity. She perceived that the men, particularly Dave, regarded it as an excellent jest. She waited — she knew what would come — it did. Dave yelped, “Where's that ten dollars I gave you last year?” and he looked to the other men to laugh. They laughed.

Cold and still, Carol walked up to Kennicott and commanded, “I want to see you upstairs.”

“Why — something the matter?”

“Yes!”

He clumped after her, up the stairs, into his barren office. Before he could get out a query she stated: