The black, sweeping ostrich plume of a picture hat gave her an air of triumph.

Black gloves reaching more than halfway up shapely arms and a gleam of snowy neck above a black chiffon bodice disquieted the imagination.

She towered over her present companion, who was five foot seven and slimly built.
"You've brought me all this stuff, but what am I to do with it ?" he asked helplessly.
"Perhaps I had better take care of it for you." It was a relief from the oppressive loneliness to talk to a human being; so she lingered wistfully in conversation.

A pathetic eagerness came into the man's face.
"I wish you would," said he, drawing a handful from his jacket pocket.

"I should be so much happier." "You can hardly be such a gambler," she laughed.
"Oh, no! It's not that at all.