Morey started in indignant surprise.
“And, in many ways, you resemble your mother.”
“What do you mean, Major Carey? What have we done?”
“What did you mean by ordering a four hundred dollar steam engine?”
“It isn’t a steam engine; its a Curtiss gasoline.”
The elder waved his hand in impatience.
“Who is going to pay for it?”
Morey’s surprise turned to indignation.
“Perhaps that is our affair, Major Carey.”
“Your affair!” snorted the old man breaking out at last. “Morey, it’s time for you to know the truth. It’s bad enough for your mother to fool herself. That’s her nature. But you are almost a man. Neither you nor your mother has the money to pay for this extravagance.”