She laughs, and repeats to me--well, the lies that other women tell a girl who is spoiling herself by dressing absurdly; especially when she is a pretty girl and they are anxious she should go on spoiling herself.

She bought a hat last week, one day when I was not with her.

It only wants the candles to look like a Christmas tree.

They insist on her taking it off so they may examine it more closely, with the idea of having one built like it for themselves; and she sits by delighted, and explains to them the secret of the thing.

We get to parties half an hour before the opening time; she is afraid of being a minute late.