And tell Ma to look her prettiest, too.

We'll not spoil this day." It was seven-thirty when Gray, in evening clothes, appeared at the Briskow suite.

Allie told herself there had never been a man so handsome, so distinguished, so Godlike as he.

God, she now felt sure, must wear full dress.
Gus Briskow beamed as the visitor smiled approvingly at his daughter.
"She is purty, ain't she?
Don't look much like the girl I sent to Dallas for fixin's." "Allie is more then pretty, she's regal.

'Such another peerless queen only could her mirror show.' But--her head is turned already, Gus.
Don't spoil her." The speaker stood with arms folded and head lowered while he studied the girl impersonally.