"And I suppose," the banker concluded, "that's the kind of women men will always desire and want to work for."
"I guess so," Ernestine mumbled.
Had she not worked for Milly? She would have slaved for her cheerfully all her life and felt it a privilege. Milly had stripped her to the bone, and wounded her heart in addition,—but Ernestine loved her still.
"Can I put you down anywhere?" Kemp asked, as his car came up to the curb.
"No, thanks—I'll walk."
"Remember when you want some money for your new business to come and see me!"
"I owe you too much now."
"Oh," he said good-naturedly, "that account is wiped off. The partnership's been dissolved."
"That ain't the way I do business."