"You ain't any business woman, Milly!"
"I never said I was."
"You always want to get in some society work—social pull! Rich folks!" Ernestine groaned with disgust. "That kind of furor don't last. They're too flighty in their notions."
"Like me," Milly interposed bitterly.
"Well, it ain't business to quit."
"Oh, business!" Milly exclaimed disgustedly. She felt like an artist whose great work has been scorned by the philistines.
"Yes, business!" Ernestine asserted hotly. "If you're going into business, you've got to play the game and play it hard all the time, too. Or you'd better marry and do the other thing."
"Perhaps I'll marry," Milly retorted with an enigmatical smile.
Ernestine stared at her agape. Was that what was the trouble with Milly? She had not meant to go so far.