That the memories of Masie's birthday party should have been revived again and again, and that the several incidents should have been discussed for days thereafter--every eye growing the brighter in the telling--was to have been expected.

Kitty could talk of nothing else.

The beauty of the room; the charm of Masie's costume; Kling's generosity; and last, O'Day's bearing and appearance as he led the child through the stately dance, looking, as Kitty expressed it, "that fine and handsome you would have thought he was a lord mayor," were now her daily topics of conversation.
Masie was equally enthusiastic, rushing down-stairs the next morning to throw her arms around his neck with an "Oh, Uncle Felix, I never, NEVER, NEVER was so happy in all my life!" Kling was still more jubilant.

The success of Masie's banquet room had established him at once among bric-a-brac dealers as a competitor quite out of the ordinary.

His old customers came in flocks, walking about with gasps of astonishment.