"They ain't all bad, I expect," Ernestine remarked in a spirit of fairness. "There must be exceptions among husbands the same as in everything else in life."
"I don't care to take the risk."
"But I expect if you'd happened to marry one of those others who wanted you to you'd felt different. You'd be on easy street to-day, anyhow!... The trouble was, my dear, you trusted to your feelin' too much, and not enough to your head."
She nodded her own large head sagely.
"Perhaps," Milly agreed vaguely.... "Well, will you shut the house up?"
Ernestine went downstairs to lock the doors and see that the lights were out in the servants' quarters.
II
AT LAST, THE REAL RIGHT SCHEME
Whenever Eleanor Kemp came to New York—which happened usually at least twice a year, on her way to and from Europe—she always endeavored to see her old friend, if for only a few minutes. So when she landed this spring, she went almost immediately from her hotel to number 236, and Milly found her waiting in the little reception room on her return from her marketing.