It's a dinner dance to-night for the bridesmaids and the ushers." Roger felt a glow of relief.

"Come in a moment, won't you ?" What a resplendent young creature she was, seated at her dresser.

Behind her the maid with needle and thread was swiftly mending a little tear in the fluffy blue tulle she was wearing.

The shaded light just over her head brought a shimmer of red in her sleek brown hair.

What lips she had, what a bosom.