"There are eight big staterooms with baths on this liner," Richard said. "I've taken two adjoining ones, so we ought to be very comfortable. Yes," he conceded, enjoying her enthusiasm, "it ought to be a great trip! Will you and Nina want a maid?"
"A maid?" She widened her blue eyes. "Oh, no! Why should we?"
Richard laughed at her surprise.
"You might take Pilgrim," he suggested. And with an amused glance he added: "You forget that you are a rich man's wife."
"Indeed I don't!" Harriet said, quickly. "I spend simply scandalous sums! When I saw my sister last week," she confided, gaily, "she explained that the payment on the new house would prevent the usual six weeks at the beach this year, and I simply made them go! I paid the rent on their cottage and bought the tickets, and--oh, all sorts of things, little dresses and sandals and shade hats, and off they went! You never saw such joy!"
Richard blinked his eyes, and managed a smile.
"What did you pay it out of?" he wondered,
"My bank account! Linda and I shopped a whole morning, and had lunch downtown--it was more fun!" Harriet said, youthfully. "The rent," she explained, "was eighty dollars--"
"What? For six weeks!" Richard interrupted.
"Do you think that's a lot?" she asked, anxiously.