"Oh," said Milly, somewhat impressed.
"What is Clarence Parker's business, Roy?" Mrs. Gilbert appealed to her husband, who at that moment happened to enter the room.
"He represents several large estates in the East—invests the money," Gilbert replied, and turning to Milly with a smile asked:—
"Going out for him, Milly? He's all right, solid as a rock."
"Lighthouse," Milly corrected sulkily.
"And he's got plenty of his own money—has sense about investments."
"I haven't any to make!"
"Oh, come—you've got one...."
Nevertheless, when the two friends said their good-bys, kissing each other affectionately on the cheek and saying, "Will you go with me to the Drummonds Tuesday?" and "How about the meeting for the Old Man's Mission?" Milly added, "Your financial rock asked if he might call. I told him he could."
Milly squeaked the words in imitation of Mr. Parker's thin voice. They both laughed.