etting her an example of the correct thing than by staying in
Hanover and leading a cat-and-dog life, getting nowhere at all.

Trudy kissed him again. "Hurrah for the eternal frolic!" she said,
adding: "But we'll know Beatrice and Steve socially, won't we?"

"Of course!" he said, in helpless concession.

His one-cylinder little brain had not yet reckoned with Trudy's
determination to conquer the social arena. He knew he must have her to
help him; his efforts with creditors were failing sadly of late.
Besides, he admired her tremendously; he felt like a rake and a deuce
of a chap when they went out together, and he relied on her
vivacity--Pep had been his pet name for her before he originated
Babseley--to carry him through. It really would be quite an easy
matter to live on nothing a year until something turned up. The graft
from Beatrice was the open sesame, however, and the Gorgeous Girl
would never suspect the truth.

"Keep right on working hard," Trudy said, fondly, as they kissed each
other good-night. "I'll tell Mary to-morrow. I want to leave my big
trunk here because we might want to stay here for a few days when we
come back."

"Never!"--masterfully pointing his cane at the moon. "My wife is going
to have her own apartment. One of father's friends has built several
apartment houses and he'll be sure to let me in."

"Are we dreaming?" Trudy asked, thinking of how indebted she was to
Beatrice O'Valley, yet how she envied and hated her.

"No, Babseley, I'll phone you to-morrow and come down. If you see me
flying about in a machine don't be surprised; I'm to use their big car
as much as I like. But it would be a little thick to have us seen
together--just yet."

"I'll see that the whole social set gets a draft from me that will
open their eyes," Trudy promised, loath to have him go.

"If old man Constantine knew I drew that money down!" Gay chuckled
with delight. "When his favourite after-dinner story is to tell
how Steve O'Valley lay on his stomach and watched goats for an
education."

"I'd hate to have my finger between his teeth when he learns the
truth," Trudy prompted.

She spent half the night taking inventory of her wardrobe, her debts,
and her personal charms, practising airs and graces before her mirror
and calculating how long the thousand would last them. All the world
was before her, to Trudy's way of thinking. She would be Mrs. Gaylord
Vondeplosshe, and with Gay's name and her brain--well,