"I don't want

"Pooh! That's what you think now. Wallie's a nice person. Lots
of girls are mad about him. And he has about all the money there
is." Getting no response from Elizabeth, she went on: "I was
thinking it over last night. You'll have to marry sometime, and
it isn't as though Wallie was dissipated, or anything like that.
I suppose he knows his way about, but then they all do."

She got up.

"Be nice to him, anyhow," she said. "He's crazy about you, and
when I think of you in that house! It's a wonderful house,
Elizabeth. She's got a suite waiting for Wallie to be married
before she furnishes it."

Elizabeth looked around her virginal little room, with its painted
dressing table, its chintz, and its white bed with the blue dress
on it.

"I'm very well satisfied as I am," she said.

While she smoothed her hair before the mirror Nina surveyed the
room and her eyes lighted on the frock.

"Are you still wearing that shabby old thing?" she demanded. "I do
wish you'd get some proper clothes. Are you going somewhere?"

"I'm going to the theater on Wednesday night."