December 18, 1939
December 18, 1939December 18, 1939“We must do something,” Hetty muttered as she stared at the account balance that the bank employee had written down on a slip of paper for her.
Elizabeth leaned from her perch on the edge of one of the old, battered desks in their private office. “Is it really that bad?”
“Lizzie, we have seven pounds and six shillings in the Marriage Bureau’s accounts. That’s all. I can fund next month’s rent and Eva’s salary, but we’ll need a steadier income like we had before September or we’re finished.”
That’s all.Hetty folded up the bank letter and was amazed at her own self-control not to tear it up in frustration. They had worked too hard for the business to fail now. Things had been booming, with money rolling in from registrations, until the
