I must have gowns.

It isn't quite the same as George's I.O.U.to Percy, you know." "Don't be selfish, Anne," cried George, jerking a chair up to the escritoire and scrambling among the papers for a pen.

"You won't have to worry long.

You'll soon be so rich that the dressmakers won't dare to send you a bill." "Wait a moment, George," said Mrs.Tresslyn abruptly.

"If you do not promise to refrain from saying disagreeable things to Anne, I shall withdraw my offer to help you out of this scrape." George faced her.