For the first time Sylvia heard a girl talk of men as of romantic beings, and of love as a part of the joy and excitement of life.

A young gentleman in a Gibson drawing which she had torn from an old copy of "Life" more nearly approximated Marian's ideal than even the actors of her remote adoration.

She had a great number of gowns and was quite reckless in her use of them.

She tried to confer upon Sylvia scarf pins, ties, and like articles, for which she declared she had not the slightest use.

In the purchase of soda water and candy at the casino, where she scribbled her father's initials on the checks, or at the confectioner's in the village where she enjoyed a flexible credit, her generosity was prodigal.