"Muslin curtains at all the front windows, and a real fireplace in the livin'-room—"
"And window boxes at the windows and real oil lamps on the table, Mr. Geyer!" Milly completed, entering into Ernestine's spirit.
"We'll be comfy and homelike, don't you think so?" Ernestine shouted gleefully, putting an arm around Milly's soft figure. "Now I've got what I want," she said almost solemnly.
"Don't be too sure—I'm a pretty bad housekeeper."
"I know you're not."
"Careless and horribly extravagant—every one says so."
"I won't let you break me!... Say, you'd ought to be married to a real man—that's what you are made for."
"Thanks!" Milly said a little sadly. "I've had all of that I want.... This suits me far better."
"Well, it does me, anyway!"