"It won't take me a minute to get ready." While she put on her hat and coat, Mrs.Fowler watched her thoughtfully, saying once: "It is quite cool, you'd better bring your furs, dear." When Gabriella answered frankly, "I haven't any, I never had any furs in my life," a tender expression crept into the rather hard blue eyes of her mother-in-law, and she said quickly: "Well, I've a set of white fox that I am too old to wear, and you shall have it." "But what of Patty ?" asked Gabriella, for she had grown up thinking of other people and she couldn't break the habit of twenty years in a minute.
"Oh, Patty has all the furs she'll need for years.

We spent every penny we had on Patty before she married," answered Mrs.Fowler, but she was saying to herself: "Yes, the girl is the right wife for him.

I am sure she is the right wife for him." The Park was brilliant with falling leaves, and as they drove beneath a perfect sky beside a lake which sparkled like sapphire, Gabriella, lifting her chin above the white furs, said rapturously, "Oh, I am so happy! Life is so beautiful!" A shadow stole into the eyes with which Mrs.Fowler was watching the passing carriages, and the fixed sweetness about her mouth melted into an expression of yearning.

Tears veiled the faces of the women who spoke to her in passing, for she was thinking of her first drive in the Park with her husband, and though her marriage had been a happy one, she felt a strange longing as if she wanted to weep.
"I never saw such wonderful horses," said Gabriella.

"Cousin Jimmy would be wild about them;" and she added impetuously, "But the hats aren't in the least like the one I am wearing." A misgiving seized her as she realized that her dresses, copied by Miss Polly with ardent fidelity from a Paris fashion book, were all hopelessly wrong.