From somewhere far in the distance there came to her ears the dull bellowing roar of an ocean liner leaving dock at one o'clock to start the long journey over the sea.
"I'm going to Paris, too!" she resolved.

Her fancy travelled over the ocean and roamed madly for awhile, with the help of many photographs which she had seen in magazines.

But she wearied of that and soon returned.
"Well, what do I think of Amy's home ?" She went over in her memory her eager inspection of the apartment.

The rooms had been dark when they arrived; for they had not been expected so soon, and a somewhat dishevelled Irish maid had opened the door and let them in.

With a quick annoyed exclamation, Amy had switched on the lights; and room after room as it leaped into view had appeared to Ethel's eyes like parts of a suite in some rich hotel.