, I fear you won't be warm enough, though your jacket _is_
thick, isn't it? But I'm going to throw this boa round your neck, by
way of precaution. Please wear it; I have another."

"My land! if this ain't luxuriant," and Mrs. Greene smoothed the
neckpiece and muff that Mona put on her. "What is this fur, Miss
Galbraith?"

"That is caracul. Do you like it?"

"Like it? Well, I think it's just too scrumptious for anything. I'll
remember the feel of it for a year. And so genteel looking, too."

"Yes, it's a good fur," said Mona, carelessly throwing a sable scarf
round her own throat. "Now, let us start."

Down went the eight in an elevator, and Mrs. Greene was overjoyed to
find that she was attended with quite as much deference as Mona
herself. Elise and Clementine took their guests in the Farrington car,
leaving Patty and Mona, with their guests, for the Galbraith car.

Celeste Arleson enjoyed the ride, but she was not so openly enthusiastic
as Mrs. Greene.

"My!" exclaimed that worthy, as she bobbed up and down on the springy
cushions; "to think it's come at last! Why, I _never_ expected to ride
in one of these. I saved up once for a taxicab ride, but I had to use
my savings for a case of grippe, so I never felt to try it again."

"Did you have grippe?" said Patty, sympathetically; "that was too
bad."

"Well, no; it wasn't _my_ grippe. Leastways, I didn't have it. It was
a lady that lived in the same boardin' house, along with me. But she'd
had misfortune, and lost her money, so I couldn't do no less than to
help her. Poor thing! she was crossed in love and it made her queer.
But that Rosy,--you know, that redhead boy, Miss Fairfield?"

"Yes, I do," returned Patty, smiling.

"Well, he says she was queered in love, and it made her cross! She
works in our place, you know. Well, cross she is; and, my land! if she
wasn't cross when she had the grippe! You know, it ain't soothin' on
folks' nerves."

"No," said Patty; "so I've understood. Well, Mrs. Greene, now you can
see plenty of fashionable costumes. Do you enjoy it?"

"My! I'm just drinkin' 'em in! Furs is worn a lot this year, ain't
they? Well, I don't wonder. Why, I feel real regal in this fur of
yours, Miss Galbraith. I don't know when I've had such a pleasure as
the wearin' of this fur."

"Now, we'll go through the park and up Riverside Drive," said Mona, as
they neared Eighty-sixth Street. It was pleasant in the Park, and the
fine motors, with their