“Here!” Amber thrust the bill at Black Jack. “Read it to me!”

He took it and read the items slowly. At each one her scowl intensified. Now she was in a fine pickle! Instead of being less in debt she was deeper than ever. A violent despair filled her.

The bill was carefully itemized.

“Lord!” cried Amber furiously. “I’m surprised she doesn’t charge me for the use of her pot!”