"The whole store is theirs, if they wish it.

Think what that ought to mean to two poor starved creatures who have never owned enough clothing to wad a shotgun." "The girl is stunning.

All she needs is the right sort of things--" Impulsively Gray seized the speaker's hand.

"I _knew_ it!" he cried.

"I can choose gowns for her, but how can I tell her the sort of--well, corsets she ought to wear?
How can I select for her things a bachelor is presumed to know nothing about?
Haven't you an hour or two in which to play Fairy Godmother ?" "I have all day," the young woman confessed.