But perhaps you don't quite realize the expense a girl is put to nowadays----" "I don't realize that YOU are put to any expense except for your clothes and your railway fares.

I expect you to be handsomely dressed; but I paid Celeste's bill for you last October." Lily hesitated: her aunt's implacable memory had never been more inconvenient.

"You were as kind as possible; but I have had to get a few things since----" "What kind of things?
Clothes?
How much have you spent?
Let me see the bill--I daresay the woman is swindling you." "Oh, no, I think not: clothes have grown so frightfully expensive; and one needs so many different kinds, with country visits, and golf and skating, and Aiken and Tuxedo----" "Let me see the bill," Mrs.Peniston repeated.
Lily hesitated again.

In the first place, Mme.

Celeste had not yet sent in her account, and secondly, the amount it represented was only a fraction of the sum that Lily needed.
"She hasn't sent in the bill for my winter things, but I KNOW it's large; and there are one or two other things; I've been careless and imprudent--I'm frightened to think of what I owe----" She raised the troubled loveliness of her face to Mrs.Peniston, vainly hoping that a sight so moving to the other sex might not be without effect upon her own.