“Funniest little kid!” he laughed heartily. “But let’s talk it over now and try to settle upon a day.” He told her about his position and just what he was earning.
“Gee, that’s a wonderful job, Howard, and you’re earning more than Ma’s old man, and he’s been in one place for years.”
“Then you think we can manage on it all right?”
“Manage? Why, we’ll live like millionaires,” she enthused.
“Of course, we won’t have to get a house—that will help some. Our flat’s furnished very nicely and we have four rooms.”
“I know—I ain’t never seen yours, but I’ve been in the buildin’ to see Mrs. Lambert, and they’re beautiful flats. Say, do you think your mother’s goin’ to like me?”
“How could anyone help liking you? You’re so pretty, so sweet, Katie.”
“Maybe—but that don’t mean very much to most women,” she answered dubiously.
“My mother’s different,” he defended. “She’ll be wonderful to you and help you a lot. I know you two are going to get along wonderfully together.”
“Why, Howard!” she sat back suddenly and looked at him. “You ain’t figurin’ on your mother livin’ with us, are you?”