Then I was so angry that I went down to Paula's and paid seventy-five dollars for this hat I've got on.

It was a dreadful price, of course, but you'll do anything when you're in a rage." "Do you know the name of this one?
I'd like to remember it." "Yes, it's Carr.

I asked for her card.

C-a-r-r.

I think she's a widow." From her retreat behind one of the velvet curtains Madame overheard this conversation, and a few minutes later she stopped Gabriella on her way out, and said amiably that it would not be necessary for her to leave the showroom to-morrow.
"I believe you can do better there than in the workroom," she added, "and, after all, that is really very important--to tell people what they want.