"I know what Nolan would like," said Kitty spitefully. "He would advise Eveley to give him the money and make him her executor and appoint him her guardian. That would suit him to a T." "My poor infant, Eveley can not use an executor and a guardian at the same time. One comes in early youth, or old age, the other after death. An executor--" he began, clearing his throat as for a prolonged technical explanation. Kitty plunged her fingers into her ears. "You stop that right now, Nolan Inglish. We came here to advise Eveley, not for you to practise on. If you begin that I shall go straight home--no, I mean I shall go out on the steps and wait for the ice-cream." "What do you advise, Nolan?" persisted Eileen. "Well, my personal advice is, and I strongly urge it, and plead it, and it will make me very happy, and--?" "He wants to borrow it," gasped Kitty. "Go on, Nolan," urged Eveley eagerly. "Put it in the bank on your checking account." "Put it--" "Checking account?" "Yes, indeed, right in your checking account." A slow scornful light dawned in Eileen's eyes. "I see," she said coldly. "Very selfish, very unprofessional, very unfriendly. He would have his lady love absolutely bankrupt, that he may endow her with all the goods of life." "Why, Nolan," said Eveley weakly, lacking Eileen's sharper perception, "don't you know me well enough to realize that if I put it into my checking account it will be gone, absolutely and everlastingly gone, inside of six months, and not a thing to show for it?" "Yes, I know it," he admitted humbly. "And still you advise it?" "I do not advise it--I just want it," he admitted plaintively. Eveley sat quietly for a while, counting her fingers, her lips moving once in a while, forming such words as marriage, travel, princes and banks. Then she clapped her hands and beamed upon them. "Lovely," she cried. "Exquisite! Just what I wanted to do myself! You are dear good faithful friends, and wise, too, and you will never know how much your advice has helped me. Then it is all settled, isn't it? And I shall buy an automobile." In a flash, she caught up a pillow, holding it out sharply in front of her, whirling it around like a steering wheel, while she pushed with both feet on imaginary clutches and brakes, and honked shrilly. But her friends leaned weakly back in their chairs and stared. Then they laughed, and admitted it was what they had expected all the time. CHAPTER VI A WRONG ADJUSTMENT Eveley's resolve to spend her fortune for an auto met with less resistance than she had anticipated. It seemed that every one had known all along that she would fool the money away on something, and a motor was far more reasonable than some things.