“If you waste your time that way, how do you expect to finish a hurried education in engineering?” asked Polly.
“Oh, furnishing won’t last long, and studying will.”
“If Mr. Dalken is a conscientious executor of your estate I should think he’d forbid your wasting any time hunting up furniture and hiring decorators to do it for you, at the same time,” teased Eleanor.
Mr. Dalken laughed and said: “I always said ‘All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.’”
“Well, Jack can work for two whole weeks before he gets any play, as far as going to a sale is concerned. There will be no sale, that we know of, until the old house at Parsippany is sold in two weeks,” explained Polly.
“I won’t have to wait as long as that, I hope, for my apartment. I’m paying rent on it already, and am stopping with Mr. Dalken as his guest, until I get a bed and a chair.”
“But I thought you wanted to furnish by going to the sales of antiques,” ventured Polly.
“I did, but I want to go to one tomorrow. Can’t you girls contract to escort me to places in the city where we can get things without waiting?”
“As far as that is concerned, we can take you right over to the Ashby Shop and find everything on earth you can use, right in his collections,” said Polly.
“I wanted to feel that you two girls were getting this contract and the profits, and not a famous establishment,” demurred Jack.