To be the proprietor of precisely just such a gold bag had been one of her steady dreams.
"Marty," she said, "what a darling you are!" The boy's eyes filled with tears.
VI It was an evening Martin would never forget.
His suggestion that they should dine at Delmonico's and go to the Empire to see Ethel Barrymore, accepted with avidity, had stirred Joan to immediate action.

She had hailed a taxi, said, "You'll see me in an hour, Marty," and disappeared with a quick injunction to have whatever she bought sent home C.O.D.
It was actually two hours before he saw her again.

He thanked his stars that he had enough money in the bank to meet the checks that he was required to make out in quick succession.

Joan had not wasted time, and as she got into the car to drive away from that sandwich house of excited servants, two other milestones had been left behind.

She was in a real evening frock, and all the other things she had bought were silk.
They drove straight home from the theater.