And Winona passed into her new life.

She was feeling strangely young as she relinquished her cloak to a uniformed maid.

She stood amid exotic splendour, and was no longer herself but some regal creature in the Sunday supplement of a great city paper.

She had always wanted to be a girl, but had not known how--and now at thirty-five how easy it seemed! She preceded Wilbur to a table for two, impressive with crystal and damask, and was seated by an obsequious foreigner who brought to the act a manner that had never before in Newbern distinguished this service--when it had been performed at all.
Other tables about them were already filled with Newbern's elect, thrilled as was Winona, concealing it as ably as she, with the town's new distinction.

Hardly had food been ordered when a hidden orchestra blared and the oblong polished space of which their own table formed part of the border was thronged with dancing couples.