And, oh, Scott! my silks and laces! my darling clothes! All is coming true! Do you hear?
And, Scott! Naida and Duane are back and I'm dying to see them.

Duane is twenty-three, think of it!" She seized him and spun him around.
"If you don't hug me and tell me you're fond of me, I shall go mad.

Tell me you're fond of me, Scott! You do love me, don't you ?" He kissed his sister with preoccupied toleration: "Whew!" he said, "your breath reeks of cologne! "As for me," he added, half sullenly, "I'm going to have a few things I want, now....

And do a few things, too." But what these things were he did not specify.

Nor did Geraldine have time to speculate, so occupied was she now with preparations for the wonderful winter which was to come true at last--which was already beginning to come true with exciting visits to that magic country of brilliant show-windows which, like an enchanted city by itself, sparkles from Madison Square to the Plaza between Fourth Avenue and Broadway.
* * * * * Into this sparkling metropolitan zone she hastened with Kathleen; all day long, week after week, she flitted from shop to shop, never satisfied, always eager to see, to explore.