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.'