They had thought of going--it was Mr.Spillikins's idea--to the coast of Maine.

But Mrs.
Everleigh-Spillikins said that New York was much nicer, so restful, whereas, as everyone knows, the coast of Maine is frightfully noisy.
Moreover, it so happened that before the Everleigh-Spillikinses had been more than four or five days in New York the ship of Captain Cormorant dropped anchor in the Hudson; and when the anchor of that ship was once down it generally stayed there.

So the captain was able to take the Everleigh-Spillikinses about in New York, and to give a tea for Mrs.Everleigh-Spillikins on the deck of his vessel so that she might meet the officers, and another tea in a private room of a restaurant on Fifth Avenue so that she might meet no one but himself.
And at this tea Captain Cormorant said, among other things, "Did he kick up rough at all when you told him about the money ?" And Mrs.Everleigh, now Mrs.Everleigh-Spillikins, said, "Not he! I think he is actually pleased to know that I haven't any.

Do you know, Arthur, he's really an awfully good fellow," and as she said it she moved her hand away from under Captain Cormorant's on the tea-table.
"I say," said the Captain, "don't get sentimental over him." * * * * * So that is how it is that the Everleigh-Spillikinses came to reside on Plutoria Avenue in a beautiful stone house, with a billiard-room in an extension on the second floor.

Through the windows of it one can almost hear the click of the billiard balls, and a voice saying, "Hold on, father, you had your shot.".