I know,--we all know--you have the wealth of the Indies!" Farnsworth looked at her in sheer amazement, a deep red flush stealing over his face.

Then, for a moment, he held her eyes with his own, looking steadily at her.
"Very well," he said, gently, returning his money to his pocket.

"I won't give it to you, if you don't want me to." "Oh, gracious to goodness! what a kimono!" cried Daisy Dow, who came flying into the room, "I never saw such a beauty! I want it! Is it yours, Patty?
No?
Oh, you're just trying it on." "I'm considering its purchase," said Farnsworth, "if I can find somebody to give it to.

Do you like it, Daisy ?" "Do I _like_ it! It's the loveliest thing in the whole Sale! By the way, just look at the presents I've had!" Sure enough, Daisy was adorned with two or three gay-coloured sport sashes, over her arm were two silk sweaters, and she carried a basket, in which was a collection of gloves, ties, handkerchiefs, scarfs, and various odds and ends of sport apparel.
"What are you doing up here, anyway ?" demanded Patty.

"Who's looking after your room ?" "All sold out! Not a mite of anything left to sell.