📗 "What do you care, anyway?" asked Reeve-Howard philosophically. "It isn't as if you depended on the work for a living. Why worry over the fact that a mere pastime fails to be financially a success. You don't need to write-""Neither do you need to slave over those dry-point things," Thurston retorted, in none the best humor with his comforter "You've an income bigger than mine; yet you toil over Grecian-nosed women with untidy hair as if each one meant a meal and a bed.""A meal and a bed-that's good; you must think I live like a king.""And I notice you hate like the mischief to fail, even though.""Only I never have failed," put in Reeve-Howard, with the amused complacency born of much adulation.