"I'm afraid," he remarked in his falsetto voice, not unkindly, "you like to spend money."
"Of course I do! What woman doesn't?" Milly retorted brightly, as she chucked the bunch of violets she had been wearing out of the cab window because they were somewhat wilted, and she added warningly, "I hate mean people!"
He laughed good naturedly.
Their first misunderstanding came over the question where they were to live after their return from the European trip. It seems that Parker had already bought land far out on the north shore of the Lake in a new and promising neighborhood and proposed building a house there. Milly was ready enough to build: she had large plans for her new home. But she had set her mind on a lot on the Drive, a block from the Bowman place and two from the Gilberts—"the most desirable site in the city, every one says," she explained, "and so near all our friends."
Parker tried to make her understand that fifty thousand dollars was altogether too much money to put into an "unproductive investment" like that.
"You've got the money?" Milly demanded succinctly.
He admitted it reluctantly.
"Then I can't see why we shouldn't have the best."
Milly, who had secret plans of running the great Bowman a social race, was thoroughly irritated at his obstinacy. They turned from the vacant lot, which they had been examining for the second time, and walked down the Drive at odds.