"Been thinking of our scheme all night," she announced breathlessly, "and couldn't attend to business I was so excited. Now this is the conclusion I got to. You can't make a home in one of these flat-boxes, can you?"
Milly agreed listlessly that they were a poor compromise for the real thing.
"Well, I said to myself,—'Why not a real house?' So this morning I quit work and took a taxi so's I could get over ground faster and went down—"
"I know," Milly interrupted with a laugh,—"to number 232!"
"Yes! And they're there still, and I've got number 236! What do you think of that? It don't take me long to do business when I got an idea.... Of course there is that loft building opposite, but it's thin and don't take much light.... So to-morrow, Mrs. Bragdon, you meet me at luncheon and we'll go down and look over our new home!"
How could any one be doleful under so much joy? Milly kissed Ernestine with genuine emotion.
"It will be splendid. Virgie will like a house so much more than this."
"Of course, of course—it's the only proper thing for a family.... You'll have to do the whole thing, Madam." (Ernestine had a curious shyness about using Milly's name.) "I'll give you 'Carter Blanch' as they say.... Only one thing!"
She shook her thick finger at Milly solemnly.
"What's that?"