and go abroad for a good rest."

Mrs. Burgoyne laughed.

"That's like Jeanette Carew showing me her birthday present," Barry
went on with a grin. "It seems that George gave her a complete set
of bureau ivory--two or three dozen pieces in all, I guess. When I
asked her she admitted that she had silver, but she said she wanted
ivory, everybody has ivory now. Present!" he repeated with scorn,
"why, she just told George what she wanted, and went down and
charged it to him! She's worried to death about bills now, but she
started right in talking motor-cars; and they'll have one yet. I'd
give a good deal," he finished disgustedly, "to know what they get
out of it."

"I don't believe they're as bad as all that," said the lady. "There
used to be some lovely people here, and there was a whist club too,
and it was very nice. They played for a silver fork and spoon every
fortnight, and I remember that Mrs. Holly had nearly a dozen of the
forks. There was a darling Mrs. Apostleman, and Mrs. Pratt with two
shy pretty daughters--"

"Mrs. Apostleman's still here," he told her. "She's a fine old lady.
When a woman gets to be sixty, it doesn't seem to matter if she
wastes time. Mrs. Pratt is dead, and Lizzie is married and lives in
San Francisco, but Anne's still here. She and her brother live in
that vault of a gray house; you can see the chimneys. Anne's
another, "his tone was cynical again, "a shy, nervous woman, always
getting new dresses, and always on club reception committees, with
white gloves and a ribbon in her hair, frightened to death for fear