KIPPS
whether that portly figure would go into the little red "Tip-Top" box—he found Ann still standing by the table, looking with an expression of comprehensive disapproval at the three plans.
"There don't seem much the matter with Uncle," said Kipps, assuming the hearthrug, "spite of 'is 'eartburn. 'E 'opped up them steps like a bird."
Ann remained staring at the plans.
"You don't like them plans?" hazarded Kipps.
"No, I don't, Artie."
"We got to build somethin' now."
"But—it's a gentleman's 'ouse, Artie!"
"It's—it's a decent size, o' course."
Kipps took a flirting look at the drawing and went to the window.
"Look at the cleanin'. Free servants'll be lost in that 'ouse, Artie."
"We must 'ave servants," said Kipps.
Ann looked despondently at her future residence.
"We got to keep up our position, any'ow," said Kipps, turning towards her. "It stands to reason, Ann, we got a position. Very well! I can't 'ave you scrubbin' floors. You got to 'ave a servant and you got to manage a 'ouse. You wouldn't 'ave me ashamed———"
Ann opened her lips and did not speak.
"What?" asked Kipps.
"Nothing," said Ann, "only I did want it to be a little 'ouse, Artie. I wanted it to be a 'andy little 'ouse, jest for us."
Kipps' face was suddenly flushed and obstinate. He took up the curiously smelling tracings again.
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