“I know what Nolan would like,” said Kitty spitefully. “He would advise Eveley to give him the money and make him her executor and appoint him her guardian. That would suit him to a T.”
“My poor infant, Eveley can not use an executor and a guardian at the same time. One comes in early youth, or old age, the other after death. An executor—” he began, clearing his throat as for a prolonged technical explanation.
Kitty plunged her fingers into her ears. “You stop that right now, Nolan Inglish. We came here to advise Eveley, not for you to practise on. If you begin that I shall go straight home—no, I mean I shall go out on the steps and wait for the ice-cream.”
“What do you advise, Nolan?” persisted Eileen.
“Well, my personal advice is, and I strongly urge it, and plead it, and it will make me very happy, and—?”
“He wants to borrow it,” gasped Kitty.
“Go on, Nolan,” urged Eveley eagerly.
“Put it in the bank on your checking account.”
“Put it—”
“Checking account?”