ful; he was no connoisseur of furs, but he knew enough about them to know that. It must have cost—well, a good half of Brad's year's salary. How under the sun
Eunice was stroking the coat rapturously, sliding her hands under the lapels, crossing them at her throat, rubbing her face against their softness. "I don't know what's got into Brad all of a sudden," she said. "He's loosenin' up and shellin' out in a most surprisin' mannah. Which only proves what I've always claimed—that he could have bought me things if he'd wanted to. Why, I've begged him and begged him for a mink coat for three whole yeahs, and he always said he couldn't affo'd it. And now look! He's probably had the money all the time but just didn't want to spen"
"Don't be silly, Eunice!" Jock interrupted with some heat. "Of course Brad would have bought you the coat the first time you asked him if he'd had the money. He hasn't a selfish bone in his body, and you know it as well as I do."
Eunice's eyes opened very wide, like a hurt child's. "Well, if he didn't have the money then, how come he has it now?" she defended herself. "He hasn't had a raise or anythin'. No rich uncle died and left him a legacy. And he's nevah saved a cent since we've been married"
"No, I daresay he hasn't," Jock muttered meaningly.
Eunice giggled. "Oh, you men! You stick togethah so, it isn't even funny. Anybody'd think big horrid Jock didn't want poah little Eunice to have a new fur coat and was actually soah 'cause she got one!"
Jock thought, "If Brad's got to sweat blood to pay for it the way I think he has, I am sore." Aloud he
