She was just completing an evening toilet, and looked young and colorful--quite her avid, seeking self of earlier days.
"Well," he asked, cheerfully, "how have things gone to-day ?" Aileen, feeling somehow, as one will on occasions, that if she had done wrong she was justified and that sometime because of this she might even win Cowperwood back, felt somewhat kindlier toward him.

"Oh, very well," she replied.

"I stopped in at the Hoecksemas' this afternoon for a little while.

They're going to Mexico in November.

She has the darlingest new basket-carriage--if she only looked like anything when she rode in it.