yours."

"Fur headpiece!" cried Patty; "my new chinchilla toque! This is my
dearest possession, if you please."

"It looks dear," observed Roger. "I believe that chinchilla animal is
quite expensive."

"It is indeed," declared Mona, "my travelling suit is trimmed with it."

"Travelling suit?" asked Patty, innocently, "are you going away?"

"She says so," Roger answered for her. "She says she's going to----"

"Hush!" cried Mona, "isn't that just like a man! Why, you mustn't tell
where you're going on your wedding trip! It isn't done."

"No, of course not," chimed in Patty; "but, all the same, after you
reach Palm Beach, let us know, won't you?"

"I will," declared Roger, "but, do you know, it seems as if the time
would never come!"

"Nice boy," said Mona, approvingly; "doesn't he make pretty speeches,
Patty?"

"Lovely. You'll have a beautiful time on your trip. I 'most wish I
was going with you?"

"Come on, Patty," said Philip, "let's make it a double affair. How
about it?"

"No, thank you. I haven't any suit trimmed with chinchilla."

"You've a whole chinchilla coat on now," said Mona. "You could wear
that."

"What! get married in old clothes! No-sir-ee! The best part of a
wedding is the trousseau. That's the only thing that would ever
persuade _me_ to take the fatal step."

"It is fun," agreed Mona. "Oh, Patty, my green velvet came home
yesterday! It's simply wonderful! The tunic, you know----"

"Help! help!" cried Roger. "You girls have got us penned in here where
we can't get away, but if you're going to talk about bias ruffling and
side gores, I shall jump out the window! I warn you."

"You can't stop 'em, old man," said Van Reypen, gravely, "they've got
to go through with that green velvet, now they've begun on it.
Proceed, Mona. The tunic was trimmed with peplum, wasn't it? and the
bodice was cut _en train_----"

"You don't deserve to know," Mona told him, "and as for Roger, he'll
see enough of that green velvet, poor man! It's so beautiful, I expect
to wear it on every possible occasion."

"All right, dear," said Roger, rolling his eyes in mock devotion.
"Whatever you say, goes, my queen, my--y que--ee--n!"

"Even if I wear a rig like Alla Blaney wore last night?" asked Mona,
laughing.

"Well, I must draw the line somewhere, and I should say that was the
very place! If you elect to appear in a scarecrow costume of that
type, I shall send you back to your father."