she gave her young body. Exquisitely pretty, too.

She sat down on Elizabeth's bed with a sigh.

"I really don't know what to do with father," she said. "He flies
off at a tangent over the smallest things. Elizabeth dear, can you
lend me twenty dollars? I'll get my allowance on Tuesday."

"I can give you ten."

"Well, ask mother for the rest, won't you? You needn't say it's
for me. I'll give it to you Tuesday."

"I'm not going to mother, Nina. She has had a lot of expenses this
month."

"Then I'll borrow it from Wallie Sayre," Nina said, accepting her
defeat cheerfully. "If it was an ordinary bill it could wait, but
I lost it at bridge last night and it's got to be paid."

"You oughtn't to play bridge for money," Elizabeth said, a bit
primly. "And if Leslie knew you borrowed from Wallace Sayre--"

"I forgot! Wallie's downstairs, Elizabeth. Really, if he wasn't
so funny, he'd be tragic."

"Why tragic? He has everything in the world."

"If you use a little bit of sense, you can have it too."