And I want a car, a limousine.
I know just how I'll paint it a mauve body with white wheels.

And I want a house on Long Island.

I've picked out the very spot--just next to Fanny Carr's new place." As her sister spoke of these ideals, again Ethel had that feeling of church, but only for a moment.
"Who's Fanny Carr ?" she asked alertly.
Amy was slowly combing her hair, and she smiled with kindly tolerance, for her little confession had brought back her faith in herself and her future.
"Fanny was a writer once--" "Oh, really!" "Yes.

She ran a department on one of the papers." It had been the dress pattern page, but Amy did not mention that.

Instead she yawned complacently.